Out for a walk in the early morning, passing a house close to the curb on the beach road, glance over and see a very little girl sitting in the open window, her chin on her hand, looking pensive, as motionless as her own portrait and framed by the window frame as if she is her own portrait framed. I give her a short, friendly wave and she comes to life. She gives me a big, bright smile and waves back. She waves from the shoulder. Puts her whole arm into it. She waves and waves, as if I'm a whole parade passing by.