I slide my hand into the crook of your arm, as you open your big brolly wide. We both can stay dry when the spring showers fall, if we dash through the drops, side by side... As spring turns to summer, and autumn turns to winter, we follow a little boy and his grandmother as they take delight in everything the changing seasons have to offer - from jumping in puddles, to tasting sweet ice lollies, to nestling under blankets on a cold, snowy night.
But no matter the weather, whatever they do, their joy is in being together, in the small - but momentous - adventures that they share.
But no matter the weather, whatever they do, their joy is in being together, in the small - but momentous - adventures that they share.
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