From three to four, he planned to stand perfectly still and think of what it was like to be alive . . .
From Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White
On the day I met Chiyo, I was feeling low, like I was never going to amount to much of anything. And I was getting too old to defeat such thoughts.
So, as the moon chased the sun out of Putnam County that summer evening, I went out on my balcony to listen to music…