At the end of day.

Quietly.

As the day comes to a close. I looked through the silhouetted trees, mostly bare from cold winter days and saw that faintest gleam of an orange sunset.

I decide to try to make a picture. This isn’t me trying to be cute by dropping the main subject into a tiny area of the picture. This was literally all I could see of what was a wonderful sunset.

I suppose if I had been some place with a long clean view I could have done something a little better. But, I wasn’t. I certainly¬†couldn’t get there in the few seconds that this light was settling into the horizon.

Lately, that seems to be me. I’m out-of-place for almost every picture. Oh sure. I make the best image that I can. But, my work could be so much better. I’m not sure if it’s laziness or old age setting in. All these book projects that I have to do will be the test.

Anyway.

After I wrote about Pegi Young, we went grocery shopping. We like the middle of the week because every store is much less crowded. We went to Wal-Mart because we needed all kinds of stuff besides food. It used to be that we’d hit four or five stores, but this is easier. Besides, some of those stores don’t exist anymore. I suppose that’s Wal-Mart’s fault or Amazon’s.

I’m pretty sure the gods were following us. All of them. First, over the speaker system came, John Lennon’s “Imagine.” Then, Bowie’s, “Heroes.” At just that moment we ran into a group of people who are learning disabled. They are being taught how to shop and to take care of themselves. They are all friendly and kind. One shook my hand, gave me a fist bump and a high-five. When one did that, others followed. One of them hugged musical miss. Of course, she hugged him back. When we turned the corner and headed towards another aisle, she grabbed my hand. I looked into her eyes. Both of us had diamonds coming from the corners. So strange. Yet, so perfect. We just lived what I wrote about.

Listen, kids.

Don’t make me write about you. It just could come true.

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