There are days when the city feels hot, humid and oppressive. The sky darkens and sinks, dragging everything and everyone down with it. It's so easy to sail along with the flow, resign oneself to wallowing in the seemingly inescapable muck. Newspapers, TV, radio, internet news, the ranting man on the street...they all cynically remind us of all that is lost.
But, in an instant, that changes. No matter how black the cloud, light always shines through; the darkest night is succeeded by the brightest day; when the bottom is hit, there's no where to go but up. Even in a city of unnatural gray pavement, concrete, brick and stone, color and light prevail.
But, in an instant, that changes. No matter how black the cloud, light always shines through; the darkest night is succeeded by the brightest day; when the bottom is hit, there's no where to go but up. Even in a city of unnatural gray pavement, concrete, brick and stone, color and light prevail.
I fall in love over and over again with this city through your photos! better than a marriage counselor.
ReplyDeleteHaha, thank you!
ReplyDeleteI truly love this city...but sometimes, it does its best to turn me against it. We've all had those miserable moments when we threaten to just throw in the towel and run away to greener (and more serene) pastures. That's when I hear it - the city chuckling at its own joke made at my expense. Those who get it rise above it and press on. The day I stop hearing that laughter is the day the city is done playing with me, and I hope that day never comes.