7/31/20231 min read

Oh, kindness, where shall we wander? There are gardens to parse and portals to other realms that beckon our time and all attention. Children start so small, and their dreams are globe-busting. They hold power immense, and yet it is squandered by mere mortals intent on the preservation of limited spaces and air. Let us go back to the beginning of our remembering and find the archer within us all. But first, a story.

As the sun began to set, a group of children gathered in a small open field, their laughter filling the air. The vibrant hues of orange and pink painted the sky, casting a warm glow across the horizon. Their youthful energy was contagious as they chased each other around, their voices echoing through the spaces between them. Some played with colourful kites, their shapes dancing in the gentle breeze. Others were engrossed in a game of tag, their giggles echoing in the fading daylight. The innocence and joy radiating from their faces was a beautiful sight. As the evening grew darker, they could hear their names being called home, but the memories of this magical dusk would forever remain etched in their hearts.