If I could freeze it here, I would. There's these brief minutes in the middle, when the blue and orange worlds meet, another day under my feet and pushed to the back of the past. This is the moment when I shiver with emotion, my eyes seeking scenes built from black & white in colour. They cover my sideways words with speechless meaning, nothing out here is trying to make sense. Home is the walls that hold back my worries, a cocoon around the cacophony of chaos that makes me human. It dances open in the gloaming, growing larger while the sky shrinks. It makes me so happy to know that dark rooms don't have shadows.
May 25, 2017
Beaconsfield, Nova Scotia