Sunday Evening Sunset

Sunday evening autumn sunset. It was difficult, as always, to turn and walk away. If it wasn't for the necessity of darkness moving in, I might have never left. Because I'm never satisfied. But even more so, I'm always worried of what I might miss. And I'm always excited at what potentially lies ahead five or ten seconds down the line. And there's also that part of me that thinks I'm documenting each of these moments in the history of the universe. That seems like kind of a big deal in the way I look at my world and passing time. That exact moment will never be possible again and I only have that instant to capture it and prove that someone was there.

I was approached by a guy that wanted to share a bit of his writing. He handed a couple sample pages to me. Then as I saw his wallet appear and thought he was about to ask for payment, he instead pulled a $20 bill out and offered it to me to go on amazon and buy his book. I told him to keep his money and promised to read the gifted words.

It seemed like an odd (and slightly uncomfortable) way to generate some word-of-mouth or buzz for his work.

I mean, if he can afford to give people money to read his words, then why is he approaching a stranger?

Spend it on an advertising campaign.

I'd be more likely to check it out that way than I would be when made to feel suspicious and uncomfortable.

I will look at it eventually though I have this feeling that it will be above my intelligence level.

Or an effort to convert me to a cause or belief.

But I'll give it a chance. 

This was the second time recently where I've been approached in this same exact spot by a stranger wanting to share printed words with me.

And these guys just seem to appear out of nowhere. 

Like they were hiding in the bushes waiting for their moment. 

Do they think that causing wariness is a proven sales tactic?

So I'm feeling a little leery ..... like why are people just walking around looking for someone to intrude on their moments of enjoyment?

I don't go out the door thinking I need to be suspicious of anything that moves but I'm being pulled towards that attitude.