"Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay." - Sallust
There are days when I feel like writing and then there are days where I wonder what I’m writing for? I am currently thinking of the early morning moment when I’m driving home from work after a twelve hour escapade of a night shift. It’s a Saturday morning on this occasion and traffic is to a minimal on the interstate, the best part is that it’s roughly seven o clock and I’m closing in on to the tunnel, I’ve got this great view as I’m entering the City of Norfolk via the Mid-Town Tunnel, it strikes me every morning and reminds me of the simplicity of hope.
There’s the sun slowly rising; as it strikes every mirrored frame from windows of buildings and to the calm water surrounding me. The buildings they stand so tall and gracious their magnificence in continuous motion. I can see all the ships in the water and the ships in the yard, slow and stagnant.
Horrible description I know, but if I could offer you a ride each morning with me home I would and my words would not need to do any justice, it’s something about this view the brings peace to me, like walking through a park as the leaves of fall scatter, or that first moment you look into the eyes of your new born and wonder.
In that very moment I am at peace, even if the moment only last for less than a split second..
"What am I writing for?" - Ryan D.
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when you wrote about the sun striking every mirrored frame from windows of buildings... to the calm water, and into the eyes of your newborn... i realized that all of these instances occur through reflections.
ReplyDeletethe reality of reflections is that the viewer sees an image doubled in itself.. just like you see the sun in the mirrors, the light reflected off the atmosphere, and the twinkle in the eyes of another, it could be you see, just as much, the best parts of yourself reflected back to you.