As we slide along the edge of night in the face of the approaching dawn, we experience the spectral separation of colors as the earth’s shadow lifts away from the landscape. This striped horizon divides a world of black and white from a world of color, the narrow band of refraction intensifying and fading as the colors merge into bright white of daylight, the terminator retreating. This conjurs the thought that perhaps separation needn’t be associated with disconsolate emotions, instead, as we find comfort in a dark world suddenly filled with color, it becomes a source of beauty in transition.
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Writing this, I wondered, does everyone see connections to their own lives played out in the light that surrounds us? I hope they do.