I see photos like this and I wish I could meet the people in them. What did they do that day? What were the things they were sad about, happy about?
These people, this moment; they look ‘ordinary beautiful’ to me.
Today I was at the grocery store, and as I was checking out I asked the woman who was serving me how she was.
With a very bright smile she said, “Living the dream!”
Then she processed a few items and under her breath she added, “Please let me wake up from the dream.”
Picture of The Other Side of Midnight.
…almost isn’t there. Foggy days and hidden details.
It turns out that for a number of years, I belonged to the Bowie cult.
How can something so bleak be so captivating?