Akira was born in the midst of winter, on a snowy day, in freezing weather—you get the idea—so I can’t resist the temptation of taking him out everytime the sun is out and we are having sunny days here in New York. We rolled around on the grassy knoll by the river. I took photos of giant Akira and Lilliputans. Gentle breeze. Drools of joy. Pure bliss.
