I was walking towards Grand Central Station. It’s somewhere I go everyday. The light cut into the street through an avenue and created this haze effect. Perhaps it’s the pollution or maybe it’s from all the reflected and refracted light from the buildings. I stood there just staring at it for a while. Every person walking through becomes ethereal.
My style has been changing. I can feel it. I can see it.
The way I look at things is different. I’m starting to notice small, subtle, fleeting, moments in time. My eyes are still looking for the light, yet it’s respecting the darkness. I’m seeing the absence of light. The darkness is just as important, if not more important. Without darkness, there can be no light.
It’s simple to notice the loud, blaring, colorful, attention grabbing “thing”. Everyone notices it.
But loud colors mean nothing in the dark. It swallows everything. Nothing can exist in it. And if nothing can stand against the darkness but the light, then let the darkness guide you. Let it outline and solidify the light, just as light may banish the night.