Waiting patiently, still, positioned just so, sweat trickles down my temples. I watch birds and insects flutter in and out of my frame. The sun is bright, and the grass is itchy, but I will stay just a few moments longer with finger poised on the button depressed halfway. I wait for the perfect shot, and sometimes I am rewarded for my dedication.
– Written for Day 20 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.
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