The blonde and angelic radiance of the little boy beamed at the glistening countenance of of the Negro bodybuilder before him. "I'm going to call you sparkle panties," said the little boy, gazing at the dark man's pink thong. The Negro smiled, his face blossoming like a lotus flower - simple, gentle and with a touch of vague beauty; a lovely Negro. The little boy takes hold of the gentle giant's finger as they both walk into the gold of the sunlight, which looks more like an entrance to Heaven than a deliciously refulgent morning sun.