The Light of Winter, day 9

As LK was saying, we generally don't have visual depictions of the light of compassion handily available. But this one pretty much does the job.

This photo of an older man comforting a child is from the Library of Congress.
I'd used it in the artist book I started in another one of LK's classes, a book I titled Someday (after the Sugar Ray song). At the time I chose the picture because it expressed my feeling lost after my father's death.
But originally, the photo reminded me of a time I got lost in a theme park back East, during a visit with my godparents on the East Coast. I was maybe seven or eight, and I was terrified that the theme park would close down at the end of the day without anyone coming to get me. And I had no idea of how to get to my godparents' house, let alone cross-country to my own home.
The older man in the photo reminded me of my godfather calming me down once he arrived at the lost-and-found booth. He didn't yell or get angry that I'd gotten separated from the group. He just wiped my tears and bought me an ice cream cone.
My godfather died seven years ago. But the kindness of not getting upset at me, and just carrying on with the day, still makes me feel good.