Transitions

Lee loves those rare moments when all her little thought bubbles connected, like tiny little transitions dropping into place. Sometimes she couldn't write everything down fast enough. Why are such moments of clarity so fleeting? Then again, if we had them all the time, I suppose they wouldn't be so darned special.

Left Lee on top of a Sentinel box, next to a mailbox just east of SW 9th Avenue on SW 14th Court in Fort Lauderdale, alongside some big church. It's kind of an odd place for a newspaper box. Must be a lot of readers in the neighborhood. As I was pulling away, I saw a walker in a blue shirt headed in that direction. Maybe they'll take Lee home. I hope so, because it kinda looks like rain.