My baby boy is restless indoors. Frustrated, bored and on the brink of tears I carry him outside and sit on our balcony. Like magic a wave of calmness pours over him. After squirming he sits still and with his gorgeous hazelnut eyes drinks in what lies before him. The trees sway in the breeze and light trickles through the leaves as though they're dancing just for him… And he sits and watches. I wonder what he sees through his young eyes. How wondrous it must be to look upon the world anew.