The Light Was Wrong but then it all clicked
The Light Was Wrong but then it all clicked
Tuesday, February 25, 2025
It was 4 PM, the sun was doing that thing where it sits just above the horizon line like it's mocking you, and Sarah was on her third outfit change in the back of a Honda Civic because we couldn't afford a proper changing area. The location—an abandoned gas station off Route 9 that I'd scouted three weeks prior—was perfect in theory. In practice, it was 90 degrees, there was no shade, and a family of wasps had taken up residence in what used to be the air pump.
This was not going according to plan.
It was 4 PM, the sun was doing that thing where it sits just above the horizon line like it's mocking you, and Sarah was on her third outfit change in the back of a Honda Civic because we couldn't afford a proper changing area. The location—an abandoned gas station off Route 9 that I'd scouted three weeks prior—was perfect in theory. In practice, it was 90 degrees, there was no shade, and a family of wasps had taken up residence in what used to be the air pump.
This was not going according to plan.
It was 4 PM, the sun was doing that thing where it sits just above the horizon line like it's mocking you, and Sarah was on her third outfit change in the back of a Honda Civic because we couldn't afford a proper changing area. The location—an abandoned gas station off Route 9 that I'd scouted three weeks prior—was perfect in theory. In practice, it was 90 degrees, there was no shade, and a family of wasps had taken up residence in what used to be the air pump.
This was not going according to plan.
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