My evening plans were thrown off by an administrative screw-up at my chiropractor’s office that kept me at work almost two hours longer than I’d planned tonight getting it sorted out. This meant I was too late to go to Literary Death Match over in San Francisco, which I’d been looking forward to photographing and seeing all week.
I had a few hours to kill before my second activity of the night would get started over in the city, so I ended up walking home to ditch my camera and cool my heels. As I entered the lobby, three siblings (this little boy was the oldest) nearly bowled me over with their enthusiasm, announcing how old they were, showing me how high they could kick their legs, and holding out metal teapots for me to see.
“Are you a librarian?” one asked me.
“Are you living in the Oakland?” another asked.
They ran circles around me as I got my mail and got in the elevator, and as the door was closing, I pulled out my camera and fired off this shot, determined to capture the sheer joy that tilted my mood in an entirely different direction. It’s utterly out of focus, but it makes me smile.