Walking along the bank, the rustling of leaves and twigs stop.
She stops to pat the water with her small palm.
The cool breeze off the water collides with her face and she inhales with a jolted smile.
Evermore, the joy.
Evermore, enjoying the simple moments.
In an instant, gone.
The girl reaches up for her mother’s hand.
Evermore, enjoying the simple moments.
In an instant, gone.
The girl reaches up for her mother’s hand.
They continue on their way and leave the bank once more.
