The boys and I were hiding in the barn from the blustery rain and hail. We were giggling about the dogs trying to catch a mouse.

And then I looked over and saw him sitting on the bale of hay.
The way the light was highlighting him sitting there
The dirty boy hands
How still he was momentarily
Clothes covered in mud from his school adventures that day
Wonder about what might be up in the barn loft
And of course the way the light lit up his eyes.