约瑟夫偶尔会伸出援手,就像沙漠时不时地绽放一朵花一样。您已经习惯了米色和棕色的微妙之处,然后从刺刺的梨的手臂上爆发出阳光黄色的罂粟。我如何爱那些花时光,就像他指出月球和木星时一样,但是它们很少见,而且永远不会被期望。
(Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so used to the subtleties of beige and brown, and then a sunshine-yellow poppy bursts from the arm of a prickly pear. How I loved those flower moments, like when he pointed out the moon and Jupiter, but they were rare, and never to be expected.)