Day 311/365 ~ We'll Find You When the Sun Goes Black and You Only Live Forever in the Lights You Make
March 23, 2012.
There is so much magic in light - how it shines; how it glimmers; how it illuminates everything, from strands of flaming hair to dust motes cascading in mid air. Tree trunks glow, grass becomes a shimmering golden jade, and everything suddenly feels of so much promise. When the air is lit aflame with glorious gold, somehow people become much more tolerant. No one glares as they would usually do when you point a camera at them; dogs caper enthusiastically among the skaters flipping their boards; and there is a communal feeling of peace. Peace and a little bit of nostalgia, because the day is ending, night is coming once again, and the fire will fade out until the next day.