odin, standing on the sidewalk, watching the big, yellow bus, listening to the chatter of the children in between the claps of thunder, feeling the patter of the spring rain on his hands and face.

and with impeccable timing off in the distance he can just make out the siren of a firetruck ( when he hears something he recognizes but can’t see, he often will cup his hand to his ear and say “hear. hear.” ) just like he has on his new boots that are perfect for stomping in mud puddles ( he picked out the boots himself by pointing to them, exclaiming – “fyrtruck! whoooowhoooowhooowhooo” ).