I had promised Grischa an ice cream cone if he could sit keep up with me on a jaunt through the grocery store. He ran along beside me through produce, over to get milk and back by the meats. Then we got into line. The check-out line moved slowly. We got to Baskin Robbins and it was closed. This particular day felt different. He seemed to avoid my gaze. Every time I looked toward his deep blues eyes, he looked away. When I asked him what was going on, he sat, stoic. I could not get him to tell me about anything bothering him. In desperation, I curled thumb over my ring and index fingers, formed mouse ears with my pointer finger and index finger. I held my hand toward him.
"With all the beauty surrounding me here above the Verde Valley, how could I not create more beauty?"