A snowfall last night, a woman in labor. Deciding it wasn't an emergency, heading out into a world double-whitened by snow and sun at 8am. A baby born just past noon, pirouetting her way into the world, gracing my hands for the briefest moment before her mother caught her up to her chest. A family's joyous tears, a loved baby nestling on her father's naked chest, entirely content. The stirring of a longing for another of my own.
Beauty, beauty everywhere.
Birth of the Womb Raiders: Words and Video.
4 weeks ago