I have been wanting to transcribe this moment for quite a while now.
The day after the first snow, as I was walking to class, a little girl hoisted up in her father's arms herself had her arms flung upwards towards the sky.
Clasping her hands open and closed, wiggling her fingers, she decried and divined in her minuscule voice: SNOW!, as if her words and gestures could make the magical moment happen again.
The magic of the season.
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- Stefan
- Passionate about writing and reflecting on the everyday. Aesthetic, subtle, and fun. Creative, observant, nice. Searching for people with whom to be strange, sing a little and dance about... Spot me hanging around studious and/or chill places, practicing yoga, or searching for aesthetics of taste, intoxicant, textile or intellectuals. I flit a little in photography, writing, and continually create. Whose to know what will lead my curiosity… all I know is that I am looking for roots, authenticity and substance. I’ve decided. I’m demanding more all while just going with life. It's not worth getting all tangled up, get over it.
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1 comment:
thank you for sharing that
lovely moment~
and now, how about some photos of london in the snow, preparing
herself for the festive season?
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