Being observant

Today on my way home from work, I saw a man sitting outside of his garage on one of those folded lawn chairs with thick woven bands.  Next to him sat an identical chair, empty.  I don’t know what it was about this that struck me, but it’s stuck in my head.

I love moments like these because I store them in my head for later.  These are potential writing ideas.  I think, “I could write a poem about this.  No, a story.”  Then I wonder, “Is he waiting for someone? Is he all alone but hoping for a companion? Has he lost someone and out of habit set up the chair?”  I like that I can answer these questions anyway I want.  It’s not a writing “assignment” for today, but I won’t soon forget it.

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3 Responses to Being observant

  1. Wilcox Carol says:

    Writing does help me pay much closer attention to the world! It will be fun to see what you come up with!

  2. That description has so many possibilities, hmm.

  3. Betsy says:

    I too love noticing what is around me. It is interesting when one image from our day sticks. Significance unknown.

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