Evening News

He is (temporarily?) back, my middle son, after 5 years in another city. An architectural student, he is a poet in everything he does, from the way he talks to the way he walks. His thinking is deep, as is his doing. Whatever he touches has meaning. Unless he is silly and acts out the funny side of life, like laughing out loud with the rest of us to yet another viewing of Seinfeld.

Though wholeheartedly encouraging me on my projects, he has not wanted his photo taken. But tonight, as he was reading the paper, I saw in a two minute glimpse (in a day of heavy clouds) the sun drawing his shadow on the wall.

I said, please?

The artist in him understood.