The hard truth of opening a window is that, where there is room for the softening edges of light, there is room for shadows. The powers of light and shadow often overlap, a bright beam brushing the corners of darkness and opening a conversation of concord. Polar attributes can pull rarities from the moment – they beg for a beauty that manifests through hardships and happiness.
Today is the final day of classes, the final day of sitting in a discussion as a sophomore. The walk to every class is a valuable movement – an expansion of time where collective colleagues walk as one or pass with a simple smile. Architecture comes alive, the bricks breathing with every breeze that collides with the creeping ivy. A walk through campus is more than a necessary step towards a destination, it is finding resolve without suspect. During the walk today, there was a library window cracked open – allowing natural air into a stale environment. The glass bent the blue sky to a whimsical scheme, with the blue touching the grey pavement on an unusual canvas.
Opening a window explores positivity with any element: whether the breeze pauses, a cloud passes, or the rusted panel creaks, there are imaginative abilities in a material object. As the cool lights and shadows say hello, there are difficult decisions to be made – how can a shadow be embraced when it is convoluting iridescence? The impulse of a human is to condemn the shadow, to detest the weathered fear that rests in our souls. To make a decision that involves light and shadow is to attest to every variability, every outcome that instills growth.
Speaking to the shadows is nerve-wrecking because, oftentimes, the outcome is the reality that is feared. However, we are all individual windows that divulge in heavy heat, illuminated shadows that dance with their darkness, and an internal balance of humanized silence.
When you are ready to open the window, remember that the smallest shadow can bring the most powerful sensation of relief. Our windows are preset to handle the conditions of life; our choices, the innate sense of embracing a borderless life, constitute the compassion that comes with mending rust on the sill.
Today is the final day of classes, the final day of sitting in a discussion as a sophomore. The walk to every class is a valuable movement – an expansion of time where collective colleagues walk as one or pass with a simple smile. Architecture comes alive, the bricks breathing with every breeze that collides with the creeping ivy. A walk through campus is more than a necessary step towards a destination, it is finding resolve without suspect. During the walk today, there was a library window cracked open – allowing natural air into a stale environment. The glass bent the blue sky to a whimsical scheme, with the blue touching the grey pavement on an unusual canvas.
Opening a window explores positivity with any element: whether the breeze pauses, a cloud passes, or the rusted panel creaks, there are imaginative abilities in a material object. As the cool lights and shadows say hello, there are difficult decisions to be made – how can a shadow be embraced when it is convoluting iridescence? The impulse of a human is to condemn the shadow, to detest the weathered fear that rests in our souls. To make a decision that involves light and shadow is to attest to every variability, every outcome that instills growth.
Speaking to the shadows is nerve-wrecking because, oftentimes, the outcome is the reality that is feared. However, we are all individual windows that divulge in heavy heat, illuminated shadows that dance with their darkness, and an internal balance of humanized silence.
When you are ready to open the window, remember that the smallest shadow can bring the most powerful sensation of relief. Our windows are preset to handle the conditions of life; our choices, the innate sense of embracing a borderless life, constitute the compassion that comes with mending rust on the sill.