There it is again… that pang. I’m sitting on a park bench, the winter sun on my face and I’m momentarily torn from the pages I am reading by the sound of a child laughing. That involuntarily giggle that children have when they’re experiencing a moment of pure carefree joy.
The pang.
The pang.
The pang.
There it is again… that pang. I’m sitting on a park bench, the winter sun on my face and I’m momentarily torn from the pages I am reading by the sound of a child laughing. That involuntarily giggle that children have when they’re experiencing a moment of pure carefree joy.