I just finished a book called Water for Elephants.It was a great story about an old man remembering his life working on the circus trains. I'm not necessarily a circus person,but when I opened the book I was immediately sucked in. There is a line in the story that struck a chord in me,it referred to the old man's moments of clarity in remembering his past as little pockets of happiness. It made me think about my own pockets of happiness like eating icecream,a good latte or enjoyng the fleeting calm moments with my children. I just finished this pastel and it reflects on just those things.
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I love your art and your post. I thought I would share a few of my own little pockets of happiness.
~ a good book, a soft sofa, and a warm purring cat ~
~ pink and white peonies, by the handfull ~
~ a chilly morning followed by a warm afternoon in the hammock with a book ~
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