Journal Excerpt

The child's foot doesn't know yet that it's a foot,
and wants to be a butterfly or an apple.
- Pablo Neruda

I love how her feet are so soft and lumpy on the bottom, like little bits of dough left out to rise. Her toes curl down instead of splaying up like grownup ones do. I think about all the places they will take her in the future: but right now they are just decorative little floating lumpy things, there for me to enjoy.