Each sight, sound, smell bursts with discovery
No imprints of former experience
A blank slate awaits what will be
You could be anything
Filled with possibility
Each morning is an adventure
What will we see or learn or taste today?
Giggles and wide eyes of wonder
Chubby fingers grasp
What is that?
How does it taste?
It is a salve for those of us who forget
The miracle of life
Photo by Julie Blake Edison