Determining Proper Exposure For Specular Reflections

. . . there are moments when I stand in awe of humanity . . . as I have my cigarette outside a French restaurant wherein I reminisced of France and upbringing . . . standing there watching a Muslin wave goodbye to two little Hispanic girls having bought candy at his convenience store and a preppy mother runs in front of me with her baby in her running carriage . . . I realize we are but frail humans . . . needing touch, needing love, needing acceptance . . . life is grey and how beautiful is that color . . .