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| Piazza S. Eustachio Rome, Italy |
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.
