
There would be days, ordinary days, filled with daily tasks, performed slowly, a kind of contentment, a certain joy to contemplate one’s life line (broken, but still).
There would be days, ordinary days, filled with daily tasks, performed slowly, a kind of contentment, a certain joy to contemplate one’s life line (broken, but still).
I always wonder what people are thinking in pictures like this. What was their conversation? I like your imagination of it.
Too much imagination! Sometimes for better and sometimes for worse.
It’s for the better!