Essay number 1

After years of creative, professional, personal, and Oscar night mediocrity, I must say with some brevity that having at least a third of Nigel on his 10^th birthday has been the penultimate event of my colorless thirties. If granted to me, Nigel will spend the ensuing year in my corner of the sandbox, the altar of my memory, where dreams can be realized and the flat light of the past will finally cease its clamoring for revision.