and i wondered how lonely life must feel without some
sort of connection to something beautiful and hopeful.

i knew better than to try to convince him to take hold of
something. this is the kind of thing one must come to
discover on his own.

but i still prayed that magic and god and nature and music
would find a way to orchestrate some sort of beauty
in his day to make him,
at the very least,
give wonder a second chance...