I found myself in the company of one close to me, formerly and newly again. She visited for the week and indulged my aim for photography, so I fired away. I was cross, as I carried more than both my cameras and a Polo Ralph Lauren zip-up. Cool, the wind blew that day, just as I kept as I confessed my hard truths. Energy tingled about my brow and electric I felt, so empowered to honesty, I spoke.
The children and their mothers settled on the empty fountain. The kids driven by curiosity; their guardians led by innocence; the thought to sit here arrived differently for everyone. I came to use light and shadows as devices for confidence. Who knew, neither of those things helped me more than she did. The kids played so happily, soon I was laughing. Keep it simple, the kids knew. One brilliant insight and the trio of toddlers bounded, ran and slid about the monument to a late president.
A visitor asked a question, but I was confused. “Is there still graffiti?” You answered so I figured you knew, but maybe, you were not scared to say it. “I called the state. Okay. You should too. Thanks, brother.” Here he was a gentleman on his bike, following his path with the qualities of Massachusetts, just as Kennedy remarked. Then I felt it; defiance, for the defacing of a powerful site for potent thought rose within. It hit me. It’s just so simple. I sit today, reflecting to grasp that same picturesque quality. The steady rain stopped, but perhaps not without washing away my wisdom.
Bro...that was...that was.. just wow. good job. You've grown bro
I appreciate the comment. I almost gave in to petty feelings of jealous, but I’m above it, you know? I did feel that way, so at least I know I’m human. But we’re kings, never forget. You mess with him, you mess with my whole family!