Open!

 

"Open the window all the way." He says. 

With my arm around him, we sit and stick our faces out into the air.  We are up with the trees at the top of our wooden house.  

We hear the birds crying out to one another. We call to a neighbor and her dog. She tells us about deer tracks. 

After a while, I wrap him in a blanket. 

He won't go or close the window. He wants to be here, looking and holding the cold in his mouth.