I am a reflective person; seemingly always pondering decidedly poetic things, like meaning in the mundane and the colour of the sky right about now and the words that exactly explain something that’s been tugging at my head or my heart– or both, more often than not. This is an aid in the perpetual learning of history (one of my very favourite subjects), because history is made up of people. I like to get lost in their worlds: heart-stuff and breakfast and well-worn books on bedside tables. I see them through themselves: favourite things and matters that cause a certain spark in the eyes and time spent fighting for those notions.
My empathetic heart so gets it.