The winter, the light fails early in the day, before I am finished. Finished with what?
I have things to do that need the light. I need to see the sharp summer relief against my doubt, my indecision.
The snows muffle the clatter of these realities I believe I must face. Can I just make an angel here by the sidewalk?
I am torn between my desire to hide in these early dusky shadows and my need to, need to need to get things done.
Yes, I am being vague, its the nature of anxiety to not know where the battle is. I know these velvety nights are trying to hide something I need. I know that.
The autumn is over, the leaves are down mostly, its that time of year when the leaves are down mostly.
I am running out of this work to home to try to beat the sun, trying to beat (back) the dark.
Which is it? Beat the dark or beat the light? Can I hang in the middle spaces between the two, in that moment between?
Is there a calm in that tiny tween? Can the sun rest and the moon rise with me (and with you) as the fulcrum of no movement in the middle of worlds?
I will stop running home, stop leaving this and leaving that and arriving and rushing. I will stop and be my own middle place
in this place. That is the thought that drums through me as I pile in to a cold hard line of five o’clock November traffic.
Found your site through Tiny Buddha. I absolutely adore this photo — when I first looked at it, I felt as though my breath had been taken away. I’m not even sure why.… Perhaps its because you are writing about and capturing a moment in time that is so beautiful, that is available to us every day, but that we often miss or don’t allow ourselves to enjoy.… Thank you for sharing your thoughts and images.