The view while I waited for a bus yesterday evening was pretty, but the wooden bus shelter added new perspectives as each separate frame of the window offered a different story: 
In the lower left, the distant clump of daffs is beginning to fade; one of the red tulips in the lower right is way ahead of its companions; the empty seat in the centre looks out across the green while a young man carries laden shopping bags off into the far distance; briefly, a border collie appears in one of the frames, then runs back out the same way; a mother with a pushcair and two small children walks across from frame to frame… and, always, the great tree remains, linking the scenes together.
I feel there’s a useful lesson here that ties in with writing: sometimes things are just too big to be effective. Perhaps if we look closer and isolate each element in the bigger picture we may find something worth saying.
don't confuse the narrator 
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