Careening towards my freelance gig today (the ever-famed Match Day of Middling City U whereby med students find out where they'll be schlepping their worldly goodies for several years to come to become... officiants of all things med) found myself in the midst of traffic and yet more traffic as thousands were descending upon HSBC Arena for some reason. Open bottles of beer walking alongside cops, the scalpers doing their thing, cars resting here and there waiting for a few more inches. A mess. Meandered into the gig as it started, the handing out of the envelopes. The jubilance. The popppping of flash cubes.
If you ever needed another reason to know how or if the Great Photo God Almighty, let us call It Photon, smiled upon Yours Truly here is YET another example of Perfect Fortuitousness:
No parking. Then, as the curtain of the sky parted (ie: clouds) a beam of sunlight shone down upon a discreet and attendant-free lot where I abandoned the golden Forester for a while. Free. As in free to be, you and me.
Big P Love.