I wish I had my camera
I saw two of the greatest scenes this weekend.
(1) Friday afternoon, cruising down Essington, I saw a boy, I would say middle school age, walking, listening to music on his iPod, and reading. Not just reading any reading material though, reading a book. A book! A real book, with a spine, with length to it! *sigh* This little boy gave me hope.
(2) Sunday night/Monday morning, around midnight. Pulling into my neighborhood, I see a guy, I would say mid twenties, sitting on his motorcycle in the car wash parking lot, texting on his cell phone. I don't know what it was about the picture, but it was something all the same.
I wish I had had my camera.
(1) Friday afternoon, cruising down Essington, I saw a boy, I would say middle school age, walking, listening to music on his iPod, and reading. Not just reading any reading material though, reading a book. A book! A real book, with a spine, with length to it! *sigh* This little boy gave me hope.
(2) Sunday night/Monday morning, around midnight. Pulling into my neighborhood, I see a guy, I would say mid twenties, sitting on his motorcycle in the car wash parking lot, texting on his cell phone. I don't know what it was about the picture, but it was something all the same.
I wish I had had my camera.
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