Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will...
And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!  
Plot out a short story!     
 Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem.
(you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).


Baby Louisa was the happiest of babies.
No matter how cold it was in the shack she and her parents lived in, she would laugh.
Long days spent with her mother toiling away doing other people's laundry... made her giggle with glee. Always sensitive to other folk's moods... she remained upbeat and cheerful... no matter the circumstance she was thrust into. As she grew, she instinctively new when to be quiet, when to sing softly, when to bring tea. These traits would follow her throughout her life.
By adulthood, she would always know when folks were in trouble, and how to help.
She would wake in the middle of the night... knowing of the next day's events... and would plan ahead. She even knew long before her friends did, who they would meet... who they would fall in love with... who would eventually break their heart.
And yet... she remained calm and positive.
For she knew a secret.

She knew there was no use to be afraid... for everything works in a circle.
Good goes... good comes. There is no failure... only learning.
There are no endings... only new beginnings.
And so she was until the eve of her 92nd birthday... when it snowed one morning in July.
She knew it was the tears of angels... freezing as they fell from the sky...
overjoyed to finally be taking her home.