It was the red blanket that stretched to his horizon.
It was the orange plastic ring that soothed his gums.
His mother’s blue head scarf. The big toe of his father, home for lunch.
Smiles, in stereo.
For Olin Winter Overhaug, six months old, it was the world in five feet Wednesday, inside a small white bungalow in Winona.
Outside, an ambulance raced by as an elderly woman stepped cautiously through melting snow.