Kindred

This picture took itself.

well...

I pointed, focused and clicked.
At then end of a long walk around my pond, I quickly took one last shot.

Of my willow tree. Of my setting sun. Of one of the benches that I love....where I often sit and write. Or pray.
I don't know the fisherman...but I'd seen him here before, and loved getting to shoot him silhouetted against the changing light.

What I didn't know {see, feel, realize} until I saw the image, was how it captures so perfectly what this place means to me. I'm often there in the evening to walk off the stress of the day...and this day, two days after the horrible bombing in my home town...I really needed my time around the pond. When I looked at this shot and saw the fisherman settled right under the sun....the light dancing across the water and kissing his pole, I was reminded that part of the magic of this place is that it really isn't just mine.

I was reminded that we all seek solace. Peace.
That I'm not alone.
Ever.
It's what we've felt here in Boston in the aftermath of that day. That there's so much good in most everyone. That we can be one if we focus on that good. On what we have in common. Even if it's just the setting sun and the gentle breeze at the end of a long day.





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