Sometimes Dreaming Is a Patchy, Spiritual Sight.

My friend Zion is five years old.  I see him about five times a year and my visits to his family go  something like this: his parents and I stay up way too late in the night talking and sharing stories, and the next morning Zion and his three-year-old brother are full of chatter and ready to play despite the grown-ups' grogginess.

One day this spring, it…