In France: My blue eyes…..

Sam, full of life and living. He stops briefly on a walk with extended family thought a forest. The children run ahead, diving and weaving in and about the adults. Its perfect time. Time. Thats just it. Time. Nothing else to think about but running, bending, playing tag.

Sam for this briefest of moments thinks he has tagged me. Wondering if I shall tag him back. I have his attention for that second and only a second. He runs off before I can tag him. I get him alright. He squeals. He passes on the tag. An invisible game.

Go stop. Time…….x