Pockets

So last night before it got dark I took Noah to his favorite pathway when I realized how cold it was getting and looked at Noah's little pockets on his jacket ,

I thought how silly that was but it still made me sad for a minute. Something so simple like unused pockets. It dawned on me that Noah's pockets have never been used.

  Never really thought about The fact that Noah's never seen or used a pocket. Seemed so silly to think about. Then I approached the corner and saw this sunset. At that moment pockets did not seem so important. And the cold didn't feel so bitter.