There’s a line from Richard Shindell’s Last Fare of the Day that won’t get out of my mind:

Into the stream, we pulled away
I know it well, this old ballet
Finding the flow, minding the sway
Catching green lights all the way

The picture isn’t much, but I love the way he sings, “sway.”

Prior to the start of my talk for the Georgia College Press Association on Visualizing the Story, everyone seemed deep in thought or discussion.