Still.

When she was done with her carriage, 

there lie a pumpkin.

But, for that one night, 

she could feel important and beautiful.

It's a remarkable thing when the nicest things pass, 

and all that is left is the now.

Sometimes,

the past sems like such a kinder time.

The present will always hold that heavy anvil of emotion,

but there are always those certain times when 

the dull aftertaste like an aged wine 

feels so much better going down.

Human Dignity + Compassion= Peace.