Recently my phone broke (less than 2 months old I may add). It just so happened that the day before it broke, I realized my Dropbox was full and clearing it out hadn't been checked off my to-do list yet. A handful of photos on my broken phone were irretrievable.
This morning, while finally getting around to doing some Dropbox organizing, I was pleasantly surprised to find that a few of the photos from our Memorial Day hike to Ensign Peak were saved. As I glanced through them, I found myself finding such hidden meaning and a type of metaphor in the series of snapshots.
For once, I really am going to keep my mouth shut. Interpret them as you wish.
This is my life.