Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Star keeps petting Wolf, fascinated with the thick gray fur that felt so soft when she touched him. She looks up and smiles shyly at Erik, He is so handsome...he must think I am a silly little girl....
Then she stood up and walked the three or four steps to the railing and looked up at the stars again, the connection between her and the large animal broken.
Erik watches as she points to a bright falling star and starts to giggle in that whisper soft way that she has. She looks at him and says, “Mm... make a wwish...”