Playing outside on the trampoline.

Ayla says she wants to take off all her clothes and lay in the sun. She has a marked propensity for this. She will be naked in the snow, if we'd let her.

So I said ok. I said, keep your undies on.

In the waxing light of February, Ayla suns herself like a gangly lion.

There is a very brief period in one's life when one can lay naked under the sky and feel the heat of the gentle sun. Unless one lives in France, and doesn't mind being naked around strangers.

So today, that's what Ayla did. Then she told me her name was Katie, and asked if she could come inside to play with Ayla.

C'est bon.