An Evening Before A New Boy Arrives

On this cold evening after returning from the hospital, I went for a 10 minute walk out into the park out back as the sun went down.

I thought about what is about to happen. Spring is in labour, and we are to return to the hospital in a few hours when the appropriate signs manifest themselves.

This is the evening before his arrival. It is a little boy.

What will I tell him about the world the day before he arrived?

What will he be thinking when much of his life has passed him by and he's my age?

Will he have lofty dreams? Will he be happy? Will he be content?

Will he travel?

Will he prefer the day?

Will he prefer the night?

I wonder.


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