This isn’t a post about writing, but it’s still about story.
On a road trip earlier this month, my daughter took my phone so she could (supposedly) listen to music. It was weeks later when I found the video she made. She filmed it in slow motion; all I did was add music. I love these kinds of tiny surprises. Maybe it’s just me, but seeing the world through her eyes produces a story all on its own, with or without words. Reminders to pay attention to the road between us, the outline of trees like animals along the horizon. A tiny town, a bridge, you and me and we. And the sun–white, bright. Always the sun.
