This week’s Writing Challenge: Snapshots.
At a concert. Snap. At a restaurant. Snap. Watching the sun set. Snap. These days, everything feels like a Kodak moment. What happens when you stop taking pictures, and use words to capture a moment instead?
I love birds. I have no desire to have one as a pet, I don’t own binoculars, and I could probably only identify a cardinal..yet I love them. I love seeing birds sit on a wire unfazed as a fire truck with screeching sirens passes beneath them. I love how they splash in puddles without a care in the world, on some of the most dangerous streets. I love when they fly over in a perfect V and I especially love the bird at the end of the pack who just can’t seem to fly as perfectly as his buddies.
My love for birds cannot be contained in a photograph. If you searched the internet, you could find some beautiful photos of birds. Some absolutely stunning photos. But you couldn’t capture how I feel when I’m sitting at a red light, anxious about the day before me, and I look up to see a bird sitting on the telephone wire, completely relaxed. You can’t capture how my heart feels just a bit warmer when I see birds flying in a V formation overhead.