And when the rain fell, they looked at each other and they laughed. Running through puddles, pushing and pulling at each other as they ran. Their laughter was loud and happiness radiated from their eyes. To live in the moment was a miraculous thing.
It is 1998, the house is warm - it smells like homemade pastries. Across the room, a family is gathered. 2 ft tall, green branches reach out. "Do you want to place these chocolates on, sweetheart?" She asks with a soft smile. They sit on the floor giving careful consideration of what gets placed where.… Continue reading Trees