#96 Observer

The pinwheel on the lawn is spinning in the breeze. Red, purple, blue, green, yellow, orange and pink merging together.

The two kids run past it laughing as they chase one another in circles around the house.

He’s standing at the window of the living room at the front of the house. He holds a cup of what I assume to be coffee in his hand.

As the kids run past the window again, I glance at him through the telephoto lens. He looks deeply sad. Unsurprising, I suppose.

I fire off a single frame and lower the lens.

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