I watched as the snowy-haired, wrinkly-skinned accordion player fluidly pumped the bellows of his tattered instrument bringing two children upright in pure delight.
The baby (two maybe three), entranced by twinkling eyes and rhythmic motion of his body, began twirling.
With sheer abandon. Arms overhead.Without concern for anything but her glee.
The older one (six or seven), twirled once then glanced around. Desire in her eyes yet paralyzed with self-consciousness. Slipping behind her mother.
When is that moment? The moment we realize then stop.
Start watching. Stop twirling. Start caring.
Somewhere between two and seven.
Damn that moment.
This week Trifecta is giving us a page from the Oxford English Dictionary. The ninety-ninth page, to be exact. Click here. From this page, we can choose any word, any definition, to use in our post. (The word I chose is in bold.) And instead of the typical 33-333 word limit, they are asking for 99 words exactly.