"Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens"
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lighting the Dark
A dense, dreamy fog smears
the boundaries between the horizon and the sky, the trees and the grass. A puffed,
rolling mixture of greys and whites hangs above. Millions of these droplets slowly
balloon lower and lower in the sky. But deeper in the clouds, across this
shallow valley of pastureland, something catches the eye. Surrounded by an
ashen ambience, a soft, yellowy-orange cloud rides the hilly horizon miles away.
Its clear, warm, and rich light slowly seeps into the opaque background like ink
bleeding into a piece of paper. , The florescence steadily disperses the
turbulent blacks and blues.
