Starting this morning, the rest of my week involves 8am work meetings. This isn’t a huge deal, except my morning routine can be quite long – so I either have to edit it or get up super early. Today, I opted for an abbreviated version.
While walking the dog the air was chilly and the sun was bright. I couldn’t get over how blue the sky looked and how high the atmosphere felt. To move my legs and breathe deep lungfuls of cold air, that felt like a blessing. And the light was just golden.
Color—that’s another thing people don’t expect. In her imagination, in her dreams, everything has color. The museum buildings are beige, chestnut, hazel. Its scientists are lilac and lemon yellow and fox brown. Piano chords loll in the speaker of the wireless in the guard station, projecting rich blacks and complicated blues down the hall toward the key pound. Church bells send arcs of bronze careening off the windows. Bees are silver; pigeons are ginger and auburn and occasionally golden. The huge cypress trees she and her father pass on their morning walk are shimmering kaleidoscopes, each needle a polygon of light. ~Anthony Doerr, All The Light We Cannot See
I’ll be honest, I’ve been avoiding posting here because I feel at a loss of what to say. Life is carrying me along and some things I can not write about publicly. With that said, I feel it’s silly to post pictures of vacations and outings without the deeper feelings of experience, as I like to express. There is so much to my life, so much to any of our lives, how can we possibly convey even all the thoughts and feelings we have before breakfast?
But I’m also remembering that I don’t have to know what I want to write before I come to this space. That I can just show up and say hello. Nothing has to be perfect, polished, or even deep, it just has to be me, and my experience in the world.
So I share with you these snapshots from my morning walk, because the autumn breeze made my cheeks vibrant, the dogs little nails clicked along the sidewalk, and the sunrise lit up the neighborhood in such a honey-tinged view, it stole my breath for a moment… shimmering kaleidoscopes… polygons of light.