Flannel

I wonder if I could start to build bridges soon 

with the sand collected from our blanket 

and from the wind blowing 

through your hair.

 

You point to the sky,

"That one's my favorite."

 

It's kind of funny how you notice things most people don't...

How you let me into your world,

and then I start to see things I normally 

never can on my own.

 

"Mine, too," I smile,

and return to reading my book.