Here’s a poem that has stayed with me, Epiphany by S.E. Venart:
I recently uploaded some photos to Google Photo Backup. One thing it does is automatically group images with similar content and then label them things like “Food” or “Flowers” or “Beaches.” There’s even a “Dogs” one, which features plenty of photos of my dog. And then today I discovered a new one, also featuring my dog. Here it is:
When I was a little kid, this book seemed to be more my older brothers’ speed. It was longer. It was more complex, and it had a sense of danger about it that I didn’t truly understand as a young reader. When I finally did read the book, I thought it was really cool. I felt like I accomplished something, and I couldn’t understand what had made me apprehensive about reading it in the first place.