My brother Marty sent me this photo that he took on a bike ride last night in Northern California. He sent it to me, titled: "My Inner Corey Photo" he went on to write that it needed a story.
As soon as I read the title, even before I saw the photo my eyes watered.
The horizon, a long forgotten fence, an open gate, a barely noticeable path that leads to the gate but does not go through, and a field turning golden is it growing in circular movement?
What is the story? Your story? Your reflection, not necessarily about me... What does it say to you?