The Nature of Tides

摘要

Dylan Enter came into the world running.He pummeled and squirmed his way through his mom's pregnancy, kicked the hell out of her in the womb. He was a boy in constant motion. He moved when he slept. Almost as soon as he was crawling he was climbing. His parents-Ashley Brown and Jason Ehler-would walk into their living room, in a gray-green house in a place called Bible Hill near the town of Truro in Nova Scotia, to find him perched on the windowsill, grasping at the ledge above. When they brought Dylan home from the hospital, the three of them slept curled together on the sectional, bunking down in the living room. By his third birthday, he was still getting up in the night to crawl into bed with his parents. Dylan had bright, round, rosy cheeks and mussy, brown hair when it wasn't buzzed short. He had one hazel eye and one that was half-hazel, half-blue. The only words he could say were "mama" and "dada," but he found other ways to speak. He'd taken to sliding his hand into his dad's and, with a gentle tug, leading him around the house that way.