That moment

This is a delayed post, which is all about a moment captured on Thursday, 24 May 2018.

When I was walking up the hills towards the kindergarten, I saw some children waving at me enthusiastically from the sandbox. My little son William was among them. I noticed his shy smile. He had a rather reserved expression. He was proud, was he not? My visit was not unexpected as it turned out. The children knew they were going to have a very special reading time. A beautiful story about a crocodile named Clyde, told by the mother of William, written by her lovely blog friend Suzanne.

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A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever

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Her heart was beating fast as she swiped the card. It was a considerable amount. The dark-blue velvet box was being wrapped in carefully with silver gift paper. The movement of her fingers was flexible and gentle. The woman in the jewellery shop knew how to treat items of this kind.

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The contrast – a story about two professors

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I was making an effort to catch the essence of what she was illustrating. The chart showed how Old English changed and developed into Middle English. How the words in late Old English period started loosing their inflections. A slight noise was intruding. What was it? I looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly. The leaves of birch trees showed a deep tone of green. It was unusually quiet, even the birds were taking a rest on this early spring day in April.

The window of an old house

The window of my bedroom faces a huge wooden house. Someone told me it was listed on the National Register of Historic Places. It must’ve gone through both WW1 and WW2. What happened to the people living in the house during the wars? Who were they? Did they have a good life? Any tragedies happened to these families? I had many questions.

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The elderly lady at the university

I saw her again, the elder lady in her seventies, who was sitting in the corner of the blue fabric sofa outside the library. She was reading a newspaper, all her attention was paid to the front page it seemed, she didn’t turn the page. A half-empty lunch box was placed just beside her, she had already finished her coffee.

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