Winter, but in black and white, which somehow makes it colder and kinder at the same time. That scarf looks like it was knitted by someone who loved him very much. Chunky wool, wrapped twice, doing its one job. His curls are everywhere, the kind that never behave no matter what the comb thinks. Some things are not up for negotiation. The light is low and gold-adjacent, the kind that only shows up in December, slanting in for an hour and then leaving. You have to be outside to catch it. He's got his serious face on. Or maybe his thinking face. Either way, the cheeks are doing that thing kids' cheeks do when the air is crisp and they refuse to admit it's cold. I want to hand him a mug of something warm. Cocoa, obviously. Then sit on the bench next to him and say absolutely nothing. #winter #childhood #blackandwhite
