Someone Somewhere Thought it Might Be a Good Idea

I'm writing this on Wednesday. It's been a weird couple of days. Jessamyn came through town on Monday, and took off Tuesday morning. I wasn't expecting it to be so good to see her. Last we spoke, she was in Bismarck and heading Westward. Her car was doing fine, she said.

Meanwhile, someone somewhere thought it might be a good idea to turn on the water. This was fine with me.

The story is like this. I drove home from work yesterday, and when I pulled onto my street, I drove through the puddle that had developed from the flow of water, constant and heavy, coming from the fire hydrant on the corner of my block. Children were congregating around it. They sopped around in the swampy, waterlogged lawn and laughed. There was a thirteen-year-old boy there, who felt it was safe to not be so concerned with how much everything in the world sucked. He forgot about that embittered attitude we all thought we were supposed to have that age, and decided instead to just have fun. He played with a younger girl in the water. He threw her in. I took her to be his sister, but who knows - she could have been his cousin. Or maybe a niece.

For a while there, I was lamenting my inability to take good photographs. Or if not good ones, then at least ones that were interesting, memorable. I think this series has broken me out of that funk. Which is funny, really, because I was driving home wondering about just how I was going to make things change.

Apparently, all I had to do was wait.