Sometimes she got so engrossed in what she was doing, she even forgot to eat. Then she’d look up and realize the sun had gone down and most of the day had spun around her without her noticing the passing hours. Standing in her darkening studio on a cloudy Wednesday afternoon, she folded her arms and stepped back from the wall to assess the progress of the piece she was sketching onto a large piece of see-through paper. This one wasn’t exactly work, of course. It was a labor of love for the new little Barrett who would be coming into the world soon. A child she wouldn’t get a chance to meet, she acknowledged with a frown. The large, raucous family that had given this charming town its name and iconic sawmill had embraced her from her first days here, making her feel at home. In all her years of wandering, that had never happened to her, and she couldn’t deny it was making her question her commitment to the traveling art circuit that would begin in a few short weeks.
What do You think about Finding His Way Home (2014)?
