Enzo
“Awesome,” he hisses like a covetous snake, keeping the trowel’s handle awkwardly perched in two of his fingers even as he handles the newly unearthed carrot, refusing to part with his new gift.
Enzo is admittedly an easily distracted child most days, but Vai’s teachings are like the holy grail, and as such are granted unwavering attention. “So like how sunflowers look like big daisies?” With their pollen at the heart of them, similar in shape and even color but entirely different in size. The offer to continue the hunt has him leaping to his feet, bottles clanking in his purloined bag as he eagerly tugs on his Nonna’s sleeve. “Yes! And then we can make a witches stew,” he breathes excitedly, the words close enough to each other to be delivered with unwarranted confidence.
Enzo is admittedly an easily distracted child most days, but Vai’s teachings are like the holy grail, and as such are granted unwavering attention. “So like how sunflowers look like big daisies?” With their pollen at the heart of them, similar in shape and even color but entirely different in size. The offer to continue the hunt has him leaping to his feet, bottles clanking in his purloined bag as he eagerly tugs on his Nonna’s sleeve. “Yes! And then we can make a witches stew,” he breathes excitedly, the words close enough to each other to be delivered with unwarranted confidence.
I thought that I'd know everything by this time
but I'll be dazed and confused all my life
but I'll be dazed and confused all my life
