In its presence, it invites the child to play. A steamed window invites her to reach out with her finger and disrupt the misted surface as it draws across. Two lips gently kiss the pane and imprint multiple expressions on it. And, as if to prove the feasibility of man's creations, the child quickly draws her full hand across and obliterates all. As the draw-ee, she is drawn into the world.
Life beckons the child to play in the world.
But in so doing, she is the draw-er in that she draws the world closer to herself. In this close communion with the world, things appear in their being, and may fill a child with wonder. A puddle before me remains from heavy showers yesterday. I watch worm-paths under the surface of the water and the fact that they have shadows intrigues me. I get a stick, the end not to big, and first touch the surface ripples.