She Hasn’t Lost The Wonder
It was just some kind of marketing material. I saw it earlier and rolled my eyes at the waste of paper and resources. I saw only shipping cost and trees and people and who would buy something because of some folded advertisement anyway? I don’t even remember what it was for. I never would’ve even thought about it again if I hadn’t been standing there when she first opened it.
She hasn’t lost the ability to wonder. To find beauty in the illogical, in the waste, in the useless, in the stuff my head tells me to ignore. She sees what’s really there. She always does.
She thought it was amazing. The way it unfolded like that? Amazing. Incredible, really. Does she care what it’s for? Nope. Will she open it again? Probably not. Was she inspired to create her own art and recreate this feeling of wonder? Yes. Always. Inspiration just sticks to this kid.
She gasps easily. She hasn’t lost her wonder.
Wonder: a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable.