words cannot express how my feelings resonate with this little boy's during this period in my life....courtesy diane arbus' "child with toy hand grenade in central park (nyc, 1962)."
i wish i was his age and just as carefree.
oh, and note how fashionable he is! out of the nonchalant innocence of boys who like to kick it, he's got the look spot on: printed peter-pan collar buttondown, shortalls (one strap rebelliously falling off the arm), scrunched ankle socks and keds-esque laceups. and a pixie cut to boot (albeit he's a boy, ergo not many options for hair at his age. but still adorable). i wonder if he dressed himself....
i think it's interesting how despite our age (and aging), this young-in's pure expression of playful impatience is relevant, and universal in some ways, to the way some of us counter the undercurrent of instability and fear of the current fragile state of this economy. at least for me, i can't help but breathe "come oooooooooooon" to myself, no less than once a day. to the economy, to my personal life, to future endeavors. i know i'm not alone in this one.
alas, thank goodness there is the Office and 30Rock to keep us a-laughin'. and friendships. and love....and coffee.
cheerio!
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