“Whenever the sun makes a path, you should follow it.” — Beatrix, during tonight’s sunset boat ride.
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I actually miss this machine. This has me feeling all the feels.
Home. Late Spring 2015.
I often envy the small unassuming talents of others. Such as the ability of this man in the coffee shop to sit peacefully, cross legged, at a table, in a chair, while sipping his coffee and staring out a window.
There is so much I envy here. I have never been able to sit cross legged comfortably anywhere. My mind is often too active to not, at the least, have notebook and paper to capture my all too fleeting thoughts. And, I’m increasingly too restless to spend 20 minutes simply taking in the world around me.
Things to work on I suppose.
Today.
I shot this, quickly, while we parents occupied ourselves on the lobby outside Beatrix’s ballet class.
Notice something strange? Something unusual about this scene in the context of our modern age?
Everyone is reading books. Paper books.
Red teams and old warriors.
Home. Indian Summer evening.