The boy came into my room one night while I was playing around on the guitar.
“I understand why you play guitar when you sing,” he said. “It’s like when my teacher writes something and puts it up on the SMART Board. And she’s done her best, she really has, but it doesn’t look good. And then she pushes some buttons and it looks really good.”
“It brings it into focus,” I say (only because I have some words he doesn’t).
“Yeah, the guitar is like that.”
What brings life into focus for you?
Storied Life, Illustrated. 