through the square window

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:

multi-frame bus-stop window looking out onto fields

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.

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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