new eyes on old objects
Last night as Anjula and Arjun and I were coming home from a school event, Arjun looked up at the sky and said, “Look at all the stars.”
The night was absolutely black, no moon, and the sky was full with them, the Milky Way clearly visible. Arjun said, “They’re like snow.”
And in that moment, I could see what he saw. And I could also see that where I struggle for simile and metaphor, to take something common and make it visible again, even to myself, let alone a reader, Arjun, at 4 and half, when everything is still new, does it effortlessly.