Present

I can’t show you how pink the sky and clouds looked this evening as we drove home, me on the scooter, John on his motorcycle. I can’t show you how the city lights looked from the bridge at twilight. I can’t show you how the road sped past us, or how the fields and old barns looked. I can’t show you any of those moments, because there were no photographs right then, only me being present. (Also I really can’t drive and take a photo….especially while driving a scooter) Some bits are meant to be photographed, and others only lived.