There is a little girl,with honey gold ringlets that frame her face.Her eyes match the deep blue of the water,shifting from side to side to take it all in,The glistening scarlet hues of the goldfishswimming by. Strong hands lift her up.High enough to see even the fish hiding beneath the reeds.High enough to touch the surface of the sun.Her father’s laugh is deep and warm like the crackling of a...