Before he came into the world, we called him Dragon. Now he answers to Rivers. Occasionally, Rios, Amour or Crabapple. Our first outing together, sans Papa, took place at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. It was cold and wintry. Glistening black silhouettes of tree limbs against a gray sky. No color, save for the bold title signs. Not far from the entrance, we found ourselves confronted with a Malus Spectabilis Riversii- River’s Crabapple. Such a fitting name for moments like this.
I happened to be using my phone while Rivers was sleeping next to me. He woke unexpectedly with a roar, so I turned and captured the moment before sweeping him into my arms.