He’s got real photos in his hands…


There’s a guy at the table across from me who is sorting through a pile of holiday photos with not an iPhone, a Galaxy or a computer in sight.


I can actually see them… The blue of the sea and the sky, three of his friends smiling as they stand in a line on the beach. He’s laughing a little bit now, like he’s remembering something from the day the photo was taken. And I’m sharing in it, even from here, because although these old school snaps will never appear on Facebook I can sense, see and feel he had a great time just by sitting here, spying on him in the real world.