Stories from the Pavement
On a misty morning, a paperboy’s shadow stretched across a driveway like a quiet arrow. I crouched low, metered for the bright fog, and waited for the toss. The arc completed the shape, and the street felt briefly cinematic.
Stories from the Pavement
At noon, stair railings cast parallel bars down a station wall. Commuters entered and vanished between stripes. I exposed for the highlights and counted beats, catching a turning head exactly between lines. Share your most musical staircase and why it sang.