One winter day
something will shine out
from an everyday object
and the darkness will flood with light.
Something we have seen
a thousand times
the sentinel of
- Marv and Nancy Hiles
Apparently I took many photographs on the frost day. It's been melting steadily since, which feels strange for December. Spring-like.
"Bliss - a-second-by-second joy and gratitude at the gift of being alive, conscious - lies on the other side of crushing, crushing boredom. Pay close attention to the most tedious thing you can find (Tax Returns, Televised Golf) and, in waves, a boredom like you've never known will wash over you and just about kill you. Ride these out, and it's like stepping from black and white into color. Like water after days in the desert. Instant bliss in every atom."
- David Foster Wallace
Looking for bliss in the boredom. In the sameness of life, the sameness of the paths I walk. The world now, drained of colour as it is, also seems rather alive with colour. We're seeing the soft pinks on the horizon, the thin orange glow, the blue shadows in snow. We're looking at things we've seen a thousand times. Trying to remember the 'instant bliss in every atom.'