This is where I find her while I’m getting ready, post walk. She turns the rocking chair to face the paintings, and rocks and looks. The sun shines in the window, and, for a moment, it’s quiet.
This is where I find her while I’m getting ready, post walk. She turns the rocking chair to face the paintings, and rocks and looks. The sun shines in the window, and, for a moment, it’s quiet.