Zoomerang

Some days all it takes is a new vantage point. To be able to see the flock of small black birds coming off the swampy plants under the bridge instead of the swaths of smoke from piles of burning trash along the horizon. To notice the rainbow of color move across a glittery silver sticker at the top of a truck’s windshield. Today my brand new point of view came from a place where I could see my face reflected in the back of someone’s helmet, grinning like a kid. Also known as, the back of a motorcycle.