Holding on to hard won hopefulness
A balloon on the water in early evening, red bobbing on grey, fragile in spite of its fullness. Was there a child crying somewhere who had held onto it all day, proud at a picnic or party, mouth open in disbelief as a stray gust of wind tugged at it, pulling it up into the... Continue Reading →
[Image by SamyaPhotography at DeviantART] Some friends and I were talking on the weekend about the moment we first experienced pure happiness and actually knew it. We were all quite young - four, five or six years old - when we experienced the unencumbered joy of taking pleasure in the moment. I had a thing... Continue Reading →
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