Wandering Down Mainstreet
One day last week, I had a couple of free hours, all to myself. Unscheduled, between this commitment and that commitment, and I...
I well did this and that. Nothing that had to be productive. Nothing that took care of anyone or cleaned up or was responsible. Nothing that was about being a mom, or even being a writer or being an artist. No work whatsoever. Of any kind.
I went to the library. I browsed online. I had some lunch. I looked at flowers and the clouds in the sky. I took a photo, holding the camera off to the side, not caring what it turned out to look like.
I just went with it, as the storm rolled in and I walked down the street. I said, what the heck why not? Click.
And I captured myself, in transit, and yet free, just a little. Abstract, reflected in an empty store window. And there's the storm, blowing in. And I'm on my way somewhere, but not there yet.
Just a moment, between this one and the next, but complete, all on its own, and not dependent on anything else but the now.
1 month ago