LV. Monday Pinks

The Little Martian takes a seat by the window, looks out at the pretty auburn tree shedding its leaves in the early Monday morning breeze and sighs , a long, long sigh.

"Is that a good sigh?” I ask him

“yes. “

“What are you thinking about? “

I expect the Little Martian to wax eloquent about the dreadfulness of winter and the shedding of leaves being akin to a sobbing spirit

Instead he says,

“ Its beautiful. “

My eyebrows shoot up comically, against my will.

“Was that..?”

The Little Martian gives a shy little grin and sticks his tongue out at me

“A positive attitude ?? “

He flips me the bird and smiles at his laptop.