Another small moment

Tragic day.

I had been so productive the last 36 hours. Writing every spare minute. The story was flying.

Then, when I went to save it to the cloud, the draft–half of my current work in progress–simply blipped out of existence, disappeared from the flash memory storage right before my eyes. 

Gutted. I’m absolutely gutted. I have to rewrite over 12,000 words. 

After staring at the wall for a quarter of an hour, I remembered that it is Friday. The day I write the blog and EOM. I’m not sure if I will write for EOM today or if I will attempt to redraft everything while it is fresh-ish in my memory.

But for now, I want to get away from the sadness and relate a lovely little thing that happened to me yesterday while visiting the gardens of Alhambra.

I saw a beautiful fountain framed by tall bushes, the sun was at just the right angle. I lined up the shot and just as I took the photo, a couple walked into the frame. T first I was annoyed, and waited from them to move on so I could get my photo. Then, looking at the pictures I had just taken, I realised that the one with the couple in it was so much better. I chased them down and awkwardly told them how I had accidentally taken their photo. I showed it to them and asked if they would like me to send it to them. 

They did. And what started out as just an awkward exchange became a pleasantly awkward exchange.