Open Post.
There is a jangling of bracelets and bangles in the hall, quick footsteps like music clumsily played. But there is nothing clumsy about the little princess running down the stairs and out the door, into the spring air. She has grown taller since this time last year, but she is no less a child, and once outside she spins around and around, loving the sounds her jewelry makes and the whirl of gauzy fabric caught in sunlight.