Moment of recognition

Those blooming vocal cords innately performing the most mesmerising aria. A song requiring no words and yet timeless and elegant. The little hand reaching for the sky, urging my own to intercept it.

As the introduction commences, its little digits close tightly on my finger. Even though astonishing in its urgency and strength, it feels soft and cloud like. To call it the most beautiful feeling ever would lessen its radiance. And as I look down on this angel, the avalanche of emotions that envelop my own body takes me aback.