Portrait in Knit Hat 3

In her confident gaze, I see all that is _right_ with the world. She doesn’t blame. She rises. She doesn’t regret. She hopes. The reason I laugh and cherish, imagine and float, is because of that spirit. It’s uniquely hers. Even when she is dour, that life is in her. It never surrenders and it never resigns to the pessimism of others. Her spirit is living. It’s sublime.