As Mohammad Youssef Abdulazeez opened fire last week, Nathan Bell was with his daughter in a photographer's studio, as she posed for her senior pictures.
They were blocks away from Abdulazeez.
Bell, a local musician, wrote about the moment in his poem "The Lucky Ones."
"We would learn later that while she posed next to a clock, on a steamer trunk, more gunshots were being fired at a location six miles away.
"While time stood still on a giant clock, where she was leaning, five people died.
"Nobody was trying to shoot us today.
"We were the lucky ones."
It's a remarkable and achingly honest poem, and the rest of it can be found on his website - nathanbellmusic.com/family-man-the-blog.