4/3/2011
each rolling hill blurs
the sun flattens into night
what is left to see?
I was on the road tonight at dusk, right when the light got all soft and the air turned pink.
And it was as if everything had truly transmuted, as if the shape of things had changed, and the quality and material and location of things.
Everything.
When really, it was just the light…
Your observations leave me breathless.
i don’t think it’s just the light, in those twilight moments. it is the quality and the material and the location. they shift, to remind us that what we see is only what we perceive.
I love how you are catching these moments! Beautiful!
tanita says:
Livejournal kind of hates me at the moment, so I’m only just now able to comment – I love this, because it reminds me of all the cross-country driving trips I took as a child, watching the light ebb from the sky, and still seeing things to observe for a long time in the blue dusk.