Sunday, March 24, 2013

Objects in the Light May be Farther Than They Appear

The fickle sun hides behind clouds, and I think that I could spend the rest of my life trying to describe this light. The air seems to be made out of grey crystal that occasionally brightens into glowing incandescent gold. Everything is so clear and close and present that things across the street seem right within reach.

A woman down the street catches her heel on a raised piece of pavement, stumbles, and falls, and I see two people, both of them farther than me from her, reach out to try and catch her.

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