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Jones wakes up early from a nightmare.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHulk was fighting Spiderman and it made me upset and I cried.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

His heart so pure and simple, still so light.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Outside, it is just starting to snow. As I push the stroller up the street tiny snowflakes hit our faces. Impossibly intricate worlds dissolving upon contact. And Jones is happy, his tongue out, trying to catch them all. Joy now, all residue of his nightmare obliterated. The rest of us, the adults, we can travel decades, lifetimes with ours.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A woman passes smartly by. She is fresh, ready for work, for whatever might emerge into her day. This is the best version of herself that she is offering the world, everything still immaculate and hopeful at this hour. She smiles when she sees us, her lipstick perfectly red, perfectly expensive. And Jones points past her at a Santa Claus that sits on a roof, and beneath there is a large sun room attached to the house. Inside there are two nuns, both of them wearing African dresses, all golds and browns and bright white teeth. They are decorating for Christmas and they are happy, smiling and chatting with one another as they hang tinsel from a tree. It was as if somebody were saying, \u201cHere, I give you beauty.\u201d And to see this moment, to imagine the journeys that brought these women to this sweet, almost invisible point in time was a gift that had been laid in our path. Like light flaring unexpectedly before us, an encouragement for this, and all the days to follow. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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