—IT CAN GET PRETTY DARK OUT IF YOU LET IT  

Another Way to See Things 

Most days he lives frozen, petrified, so even the wind can’t get him. When he tells her the door sometimes grows a face and speaks to him, his mother says, “Please go touch some grass.” When the strange voices rain down like a hailstorm, his mother says, “There are robins outside in the trees right now. Have a look.” When the boy explains how he can move the stars merely by shifting his eyes, his mother doesn’t hesitate and says, “Let’s step out into the night so you can show me.”