Little OLeif

It was cold again. Pure gray skies, and spritely winds.
Still-green lawns shimmered under frozen dew of morning.
And Puck watched it all from the open living room window, running his matchbox cars along the sill.
Collette and Puck ran their usual errands that morning in the crispness of the skies under luminous clouds. Puck, however, was not pleased to be wearing gloves and tugged madly at them until they were removed for him. They were immediately tossed overboard outside of his car seat.
Puck spent his afternoon spinning himself into circles, very pleased at having figured out how to intentionally make himself dizzy. After spinning, he stood still, watching his eyes spin, giving an occasional, “Heh, heh,” just like OLeif.