Life...

I stood by the fence of the Temple site, my camera poised over the green mesh, and pushed the button- but not before the green light began to blink red, and the lens pulled back in of its own accord. I grunted in frustration. "Look, I know you're tired," I said to the camera, "but I just need this one picture, and then you can have a break until we get to the steps of the Tabernacle. Then I need you to turn on for one picture- just one- and then you're done for the day. Please?"
I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw a nice-looking man walking across the street towards me. "Taking pictures?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, "I have been every day since they started on it. But my camera's out of batteries."
"Really?" He said. "What are you going to do with the pictures?"
"I have a blog," I said, "That speaks of the project, and I'm going to put together a slide show- a fast one, blipblipblip- for my Seminary teacher."
We talked then about my teacher, and a little about my project. As we talked, I took the batteries out of the camera and flipped them over, switching their places around. After a few more tries, with no results but the blinking red light, I finally got green and hurried to take my picture. The conversation continued all the way down the street; I told him about my homeschool, and how, although it is a little more complicated than regular school sometimes, I've learned so much more in this short time than I would have thought possible, especially since I haven't even figured out my curriculum yet. How much more free I feel. Then came the time for us to cross to separate streets, and I implored my dear friend the street light in a whisper, "Please hurry, so my friend can go across his street." My light friend's hand then turned to a little blue person, and I hurried across, looking back to see my new friend cross his street safely. I hadn't even asked him his name.