Today, I cried a decent number of times. I was exhausted, and still am (Therefore, I will keep this short.). However, I only want to reference one of the cryings right now.
A student gave me her small piece of art today, after I complimented it to her. As I was gazing at my newly acquired work of art, looking into the face of the person in it, I noticed that tears were starting to brim, and there was nothing to be done about it. It was beautiful, and I was responding in a way I usually do not respond to beauty, though understand and accept fully.
Now, I want that student to do a portrait of me, color and all.