“Last winter, Rodney and I had taken tons of pictures of street puddles—always with one of us spotting cars for the other. Today, I was alone. Drizzles of rain misted down, and even though I was using a lens hood, I kept having to stop to clean drops off the glass. Still, the shot I was working on was going to be worth it. When the puddle stopped sloshing from a passing car, I framed the curb against the reflection of two street lights; a red arrow, and a green circle. As the sky sprinkled droplets onto the puddle, the light fractured in rippled patterns. I pressed my shutter down, snapping away. One of these pictures was going to be perfect. It was the sort of picture Rodney would think of—equal parts I can do this without you and don't you miss doing this with me? I checked my lens, and rolled my eyes, trudging to the curb to clean it. Again. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I stood safely on the curb, protecting my camera from the rain beneath my jacket, and checked it. The text was ...from Athena.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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