I cannot, in all honesty, admit to having been an avid reader as a child. There were however authors, like Alexander Pushkin, and pieces that were too beautiful to pass on. I thought of him, his ability to use ordinary words to describe emotions and feelings with such beauty and grace.
Quite poignant as on a day when the skies outside were glum and when life’s weight felt, for me, too heavy. The briefest glimpse of this little person and the happiness she exudes parted all sadness and worry at least for the time being.