Always with the dreaming, the make-believe, the pretend-to-be. Never with the thinking, the make-it-happen, the things-as-they-are. When others saw rain, he saw showers. When others saw snow, he saw feathers. When others saw darkness, he saw the Milky Way, a sneeze of white light he met with ‘God bless you’. He saw magical things in the iris of his green eyes…He was a poem .…..♥