I’ll begin with this haiku:
In contemplation.
Or was i picking my nose?
They may be the same…
However, I was not picking my nose. I was trying to strike a contemplative pose. As the picture developed, I couldn’t help but laugh at it! Then I recalled times (nothing specific, I’m just sure it’s happened) seeing a person that thinks they’re unobserved, wholeheartedly picking at their noses. Like at stoplights in the next car, as if glass is not transparent.
I suppose the lesson for me is to not assume that I know what contemplation looks like. Ha!