His eyes have only been open for three years, but he has already discovered perfection.
The boy's mother drifts past him and away from him as she gathers the ingredients to create something beautiful.
She will be defined by the finished state of her cake.
He tracks her movements, documenting it all so that he will know how to move when he is that size.
A smile spreads across his face as he watches her an intensity that resembles appetite.
The light reflects off the measuring cup as his hands him his passage to manhood.
If he completes this task--transferring the flour successfully--he'll be trustworthy, a big kid, a hero.
He observes her with the highest admiration.
The boy's mother maneuvers around the cornered surfaces. To him, she makes dodging these bullets look graceful. Those corners always know right where to hit him.
His eyes have only seen what a good three years will allow, but he has seen enough to know what's important.
Passionate, profound, and deeply moving, The Hours is the story of three women: Clarissa Vaughan, who one New York morning goes about planning a party in honor of a beloved friend; Laura Brown, who in a 1950s Los Angeles suburb slowly begins to feel the constraints of a perfect family and home; and Virginia Woolf, recuperating with her husband in a London suburb, and beginning to write Mrs. Dalloway.
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