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…