We are bad guys with bricks hunting for sharks.
Jones thinks he sees a dorsal fin in a shrubbery. Appropriately armed, we go over to investigate. Just as I am reaching in, we both notice that it is now snowing. Out of nowhere. One second sunlight, the next, snow. We look at one another, astonished. It is as if a veil has just dropped. Jones, literally jumping up and down, is ecstatic. His entire face, his entire body, radiating gratitude. Radiating love. He has never been happier.
It’s snowing!!
I love this kind of snow the best!
You can stick out your tongue and try to catch flakes!
But instead of doing that, he begins to swing a baseball bat at them. I look up at the sky and hear birds, more than before. And then, all at once, they just stop. Perhaps an enemy cat retreated indoors. Everything quiet, everything becalmed, now. The snow, like tiny fish schooling, swirling and gusting all around me. It felt like something brought into being only for our wonder. And Jones catches my eye, smiling as if to say, yes, magic, all of this, it is magic.