Outlook
A visual story—and two lists
Summer soon. With each season, I become better equipped to appreciate days with duality: The ones that begin gray and tired, then burst into something brighter. They throw us a wink as if that storm had never been there—but it was there. Sometimes there is no other way than in your direct path.
It’s sunny where I am right now. No chance of rain, though there’s always a chance of change. Disruption. I don’t need a forecast to tell me that. You probably don’t need me to tell you that, either. So, instead, two lists—and two dozen photos—prompted by weather, weariness, wonder, and the work of loving what’s offered to us daily.
Outlook: Mostly Cloudy
From my journal: The need for nature. The nature to document. The documentation of a moment. The moment passing. The passing of a season. The season giving way to a story. The story making its way to you.
Cloudy days feel like dreams. Moving through liminal space—somewhere between light and dark—knowing both could be around the corner. Knowing nothing at all.
Go for a walk when you’re angry and feel your breath settle and your heart quicken at the sight of something beautiful—something outside of yourself.
Colors have more to say on an overcast day.
