That day, he was happy, reaching for the sky,
or maybe it was that moment that the camera caught his smile.
It could have been that he was too busy to smile a moment ago,
and a moment later, angry that a stick had fallen from his hand.
And today, flying down impossibly steep hills on silver skis,
he must be smiling underneath that helmet, the body knows its own
happiness, after all, and later yet, a glass raised, dancing under
a glittering light, he smiles yet again.
My wish for Daniel is to have many smiles.
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