642 Things: What can Happen in a Second

Writing Prompt:
What Happens in a Second

As I bring my hand towards my face, I can feel the cold black plastic against my skin. It's refreshing but warm and familiar. I close one eye and stare.

It's dim now as I stare, but that's part of the familiar appeal. I grip tighter as I focus my gaze. Through the glass, my world is very different. I move my body ever so slightly to accommodate the unforgiving fixed glass.

My hand is tightened but my forefinger remains calm and ready. Beams of sunshine meet my eye. I move my finger down and apply pressure until the world around me goes black. When I release, all the colors return yet the slate is wiped clean.

And then, in another second, I take my next photograph.

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