Christian Parigi

Food for thought

Food For Thought It was an unusually beautiful day when Max opened his unusually sprightly eyes. Sunlight, which slithered through the window at his bedside, sparked a scrubby piece of kindling within him long thought burned up. He hadn’t felt like exploring at all since he and his father had moved to the new province. In fact, Max hadn’t felt the urge to play outside in years – something his father said happens to everyone. That morning, however, Max dressed with a vigor that would carry him out the door, through the lush wooded area at the end of the estate and lead him to a small clearing surrounded by small bushes.