Stories

Yesterday morning my girlfriend and I went out for breakfast at this little place located not-quite-downtown next to the freeway. We were seated at a booth by the window. When I looked out I could see a tree across the street, and beyond that, the downtown skyline. (This is Kansas City, so I use the terms "downtown" and "skyline" advisedly.) 

There's always a story there, somewhere. You might be happy but someone a half a block away might be having the worst day of their life. Or maybe not yet but three seconds later. You never know. I looked out my restaurant booth window and saw this couple walking along on the sidewalk in the blazing heat of the morning, he shirtless, she nearly so, and guiding a high-tech baby buggy along in front of them. A nice vignette, or, sure looked like one: 

There's a story here somewhere.

Disclaimer: I broke my own rule about taking pictures of people. I'll say I'll consider it on a case-by-case basis. But then, a few minutes later, it was a no-brainer. 

There's definitely a story here. 

I'm left with too many imponderables and return to what is left of my breakfast, which is some egg, and part of a biscuit. The home made jam here is delicious.  That is my story.