And then I wrote

This picture captured my attention yesterday morning. I first shared it on my writing group wall and asked the members to caption it. Only two other people responded. Then I printed it and put it on my vision board. I was thinking that perhaps I could use it for my upcoming children's writing camp. I was curious what they would write about it, as it is something that was not be part of their life experience.  Perhaps that would be too much to ask of them.

This morning it still sits on my vision board. There is something about it that draws my attention. My caption for the picture was, "memories are made of this".

The man seems perfectly at peace, as he sits quietly and listens to the music and smokes his pipe. He is oblivious to the rubble that surrounds him.  Perhaps there is a message here that I am missing.

While I was shopping for groceries this morning something someone said to me, probably ten years ago, popped into my mind and I think it fits this photo. It was, "Somewhere a place for us". I know it came from Westside Story. The movie was about two people who came from different worlds, but found love in the surrounding chaos.

When I look at the picture now I really don't see the destruction. All I see is an old man at peace, listening to music he loves and smoking his pipe.

P.S. Thanks jts, memories are made of this.