In Spite of Ourselves

Something seems to be astir.

Canon has given me free reign once again to irritate those with my lens. Driving back with Mr. All Around today, I snapped a photo of him at the stoplight. Something happens when you absently take a photo and realise it has captured a moment.

Life in that car seemed so carefree. Life subsisted on paper pirate hats and high school play auditions. Tonight, on a break from the barrage of English essays forcefully being ripped from my fingertips, I switched on the silver machine to review the day. That picture stopped me with a grin.

I sometimes feel like I'm wondering through the halls of middle school. It's such a lighthearted and warm connection with All Around. Many days I find myself holding on to him as I laugh my head off.

I find myself much more carefree, although I'll admit that I'm always slightly paranoid that All Around will call it off.

However, when I look at moments like a paper hatted grin, Life seems to take care of itself.