Yellow pants

He was confident but this time he stepped softly. His intuition said to be mindful. She was different and it was clear he shouldn’t damage things. Curbing his usual traits, the stubbornness, the goofiness, didn’t stifle him as much as he anticipated. Still, he felt relieved when she ran boisterously towards him, arms flailing, teeth grinning.

Dundas street photog

She had to admit, they were her family. The company had been her life, at times it sucked all she had to give and she had made life concessions and major compromises to be what she thought was a cog. But looking back, she saw how she contributed, the ink she poured was worthwhile, even if it felt like blood. Those years were the best.