I’m not sure if he’s brave or too young to know he should be afraid. The rest of the deck life scattered when I slid back the screen and snuck out to the swing.
He froze temporarily, then scooted around the beams, and trotted casually across the rail.
It’s cold and breezy and spitting snow. He knew he could outlast me and revel in the feast before the others darted back.
Rambling ... 