I took a walk with my son yesterday morning. It was a little warm for February.
As I looked at our feet, on the road were two shadows of his and mine. Suddenly I felt an urge to take a photo because this moment, I thought, would never come again.Happiness always consists in something usual. We merely don't try to realize that.
As I looked at our feet, on the road were two shadows of his and mine. Suddenly I felt an urge to take a photo because this moment, I thought, would never come again.Happiness always consists in something usual. We merely don't try to realize that.