You never know where the next story might come from.
As you wander through your day, up this slope and down that alley, it is unpredictable which angle or shadow will suddenly catch your attention.
There are no guides for this stuff. All you have to go on is your instinct.
Yep, being on the hunt for your next story is not like settling in for a delicious burger & fries.
Nope, it's a lot more like having a dizzy spell, falling to your knees, only to notice how a blade of grass has somehow smashed its ways up through the crack in cement plates laid down by big, strong men, men with machines and men who are noisy.
Just before you lose consciousness, hopefully not quite yet for the last time here on earth, you whisper through your dry lips, "That blade of grass is so beautiful. Thank you, God."
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