ornamentedbeing: The most wonderful thing...

The most wonderful thing happened to me coming home. I am doing a private research project for my internship on nobility in Austria which needs to be completed by next week. I checked out a book about Silk Fabrics in Italian and Northern Paintings but because it was so heavy I decided to just carry it in my arms.

The trains are currently a mess because of the weather coming and it didn’t help that I boarded my train during rush hour, it was so packed you couldn’t even move! I somehow managed to get a seat but I offered it to the little girl next to me standing with her mom and when she declined I made myself comfortable.

The little girl had to be around seven. She was a quiet little thing but I smiled at her and she complemented me on my furry hat. I laughed and let her touch the pom poms on it. She then quietly pointed at the cover of my book and remarked at how pretty the woman was. Then she asked what my book was about. I think I shocked every single person around me when I opened the book and started showing her what it was about.

I started off with the early Renaissance but she knew the most about Henry VIII so I turned to that section. To my delight she knew who everyone was without having to look at the captions. While she told me about the people in the paintings I told her about what they were wearing. I explained what blackwork was and she even picked it out in another painting. Their stop came and when they left the train all I heard was the little girl talking about buying the book.

After she got off the train I looked up and saw that most of the people at the end of my carriage were looking at me and it was silent. I tried to recall what was going on while I was talking to the little girl but all I remember was the quiet. During rush hour traffic in London I had somehow managed to silence a train.

A man standing nodded at me before putting his earbuds back in and two men had turned around in their seats to watch what I was doing. I even remember looking up at one point and angling my book so that the man standing who had just nodded at me could see over the mothers shoulder.

Our responsibility is to nurture the future, to inspire and to educate them. When she turned around to wave at me I suddenly wanted to cry. I recognized that spark of interest in her eyes because it’s the one I carry with me everyday.

ornamentedbeing:

The most wonderful thing happened to me coming home. I am doing a private research project for my internship on nobility in Austria which needs to be completed by next week. I checked out a book about Silk Fabrics in Italian and Northern Paintings but because it was so heavy I decided to just carry it in my arms.

The trains are currently a mess because of the weather coming and it didn’t help that I boarded my train during rush hour, it was so packed you couldn’t even move! I somehow managed to get a seat but I offered it to the little girl next to me standing with her mom and when she declined I made myself comfortable.

The little girl had to be around seven. She was a quiet little thing but I smiled at her and she complemented me on my furry hat. I laughed and let her touch the pom poms on it. She then quietly pointed at the cover of my book and remarked at how pretty the woman was. Then she asked what my book was about. I think I shocked every single person around me when I opened the book and started showing her what it was about.

I started off with the early Renaissance but she knew the most about Henry VIII so I turned to that section. To my delight she knew who everyone was without having to look at the captions. While she told me about the people in the paintings I told her about what they were wearing. I explained what blackwork was and she even picked it out in another painting. Their stop came and when they left the train all I heard was the little girl talking about buying the book.

After she got off the train I looked up and saw that most of the people at the end of my carriage were looking at me and it was silent. I tried to recall what was going on while I was talking to the little girl but all I remember was the quiet. During rush hour traffic in London I had somehow managed to silence a train.

A man standing nodded at me before putting his earbuds back in and two men had turned around in their seats to watch what I was doing. I even remember looking up at one point and angling my book so that the man standing who had just nodded at me could see over the mothers shoulder.

Our responsibility is to nurture the future, to inspire and to educate them. When she turned around to wave at me I suddenly wanted to cry. I recognized that spark of interest in her eyes because it’s the one I carry with me everyday.

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