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Capturing Life's Fragility: A Moment Outside a Cleveland Hospital

I remember this day vividly. I sat in my car, parked just outside a small hospital in Greater Cleveland. The day was peaceful, and my attention was drawn to the scene through my windshield. A group of loved ones were gathered there with hushed conversations and quiet togetherness. We had all been there more than a half an hour; all waiting.

I watched them with a mix of curiosity and empathy. Who were they waiting for? Was it death or birth that had summoned them today? 

There was no definitive evidence of the cause of today’s meeting. No discernable sadness or joy, just a tangible connection between them; an acknowledgment that they were in this together and that they would wait as long as was necessary. 

As I continued to observe, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy enveloping the group. It was as though they were bound together by an invisible thread of shared experience—a moment that would etch itself into their memories forever. Somehow, I was watching a memory unfold. 

For quite a while, I struggled with the decision to take a photo. I had not been invited to this moment and was but an artistic voyeur. 

Then, as if to mirror the complexities of human existence, I noticed my reflection in the driver's side mirror.  In that moment, the image became more than just a snapshot of reality—it became a poignant reminder of the interconnectedness of present and past , family and stranger.

In capturing this moment, I found myself appreciating the transient nature of life and the profound beauty inherent in its fragility. For in the space between waiting and hoping, between fear and resilience, lies the essence of what it means to be human. And it is in moments like these that we are reminded of the boundless capacity of the human spirit to endure, to persevere, and to find solace in the simplest of moments.

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