First he walked down the street, found a pile of leftover snow and kicked it. And when we were still weren’t done chatting he flopped in the neighbor’s yard, much like the Santa Claus who is refused air by day but by night stands alert next to the lit reindeer. When I saw the light glowing around him I ran fast for my camera and begged him to stay in place. And he did. Because he’s that kind of kid.