These eyes aren’t the only things soaring with delight; Popolina’s entire being seems to be. I named her Popolina, she looks like one to me. If we only had a sliver of her delight, if only we remembered we were born to fly above it all just as she seems to be doing. I imagine the illustrator sensed this at the time of her sketching of this adorable creature that lights me up every time I lay my eyes upon it. Cheers to taking in life and allowing it to light us up. Turning the lights on inside and becoming the victory in the light ought to be mandated, and any victim consciousness cast-off without delay instinctively. Get that propagated stuff out of your way and soar…we’re designed to move. Get moving already.