The inside of my nostrils were stained with the smell of fresh paint. The work of the day was done, and a quick sightseeing trip was in order after a day caged in the confines of newly sanded and painted walls (we were doing the painting).
It’s funny how when you’re not looking for something, the unexpected often appears. A friendly gesture, a random street performer that moves you, or in this case, the perfect combination of fresh air, lighting, and location.
Here’s what the afternoon at Serra Cross Park looked like. A simple reminder that openness can sometimes do more to move emotions or perspective than that which we anticipate, fight for, or attempt to earn. Sometimes it’s just there.
