Here is where we take a detour. This moment was not on the itinerary. We have other plans. There is no alert set to remind us to listen. To stop and look around. To reflect. Yet somehow the stillness has found us anyway. Somehow light and shadow have caught us. And won’t let go.
Our days are painted by light and what light can’t pass through. We live in layers of contrast. But we choose to pass through. We choose to paint on through shadows. The door is open. We pause. At beginnings and endings, we pause. At middles and inbetweens, we pause. Shuffling and shifting. Searching. We long for simple distractions. But here in this empty hour is all that we need. A door and the choice to pass through.