A Quest, A Song, A Story

Curating a Creative Life — Friday Photo

The two girls walked along in silence, Willow watching the steam of her breath appear in front of her and then dissipate in the muted pre-dawn light filtering in small streams through the thick clouds above. Behind her, Poppy began to hum softly one of Willow’s mother’s songs and Willow squeezed the strap of her bag; she could hear her mother’s voice in her mind and feel it in her soul.

credit — Jörg Peter