Wonderland

When I was little, I remember the world feeling like a magical, if somewhat scary, place. I saw this girl clutching onto her mother near Pike Place Market a few weeks ago, and I loved her bright, round ponytail holders. She had a dreamy look on her face and I could tell that there was this fantastic scenery around her that only she could see. She caught me looking at her, smiled and hid her face in her mother's billowing skirt. Adorable.