16th January ~ 100 word diary

A stick found on the street, a boy’s best toy. I think children have a gene, a drag-a-stick-along-the-street-as-you-run, and drag-it-across-the-railings-of-a-fence gene. And stopping to try and fit it in a crack the shape of a tree root in the pavement. And tapping it ahead of you like a diviner. We brought the stick home, with a larger stick friend and right now, Jake is sitting on the sofa, his socks off, poking the stick between his toes. Lately his face takes on this look and I can see it happening before my eyes, how he’s becoming his own person.