Samuel, the magician

He’s running on his toes - tipped forward - the fastest man in the world.
Enclosed in his tiny hand is a pinwheel he made, fashioned with one stick and
a few scraps. Held arms-length ahead of him, the pinwheel whips in the
wind, spinning so fast its blades start to blur together. 
And the faster Samuel runs, the more it seems
the blades aren’t there at all.
 
And you can't help but laugh as he passes because he’s smiling, joyful,
in his full-bodied sprint. And then he’s laughing too.
And then he’s staring right back at you, ​
sharing his magic trick.
​My sweet Samuel.