How magical is the elated face of a little boy holding a toy helicopter out his backseat window? Can you even begin to imagine what he might have been thinking? Feeling? His mother was scolding him, most likely only out of concern for his future happiness in relation to the loss of a beloved toy. But he just kept going and held so very tight with his tiny fists. I was able to catch a short glimpse of this on a long afternoon drive and I haven’t been able to shake the image. I want to feel like that. Rebellious Bliss.