March 6, 2015
In my room there is an intense sunlight thing going on at 4:30pm thereabouts, my window would be reflecting this almost-blinding yellow light and you could tell by the intensity that it's going to blow over in a few minutes. A love like that may either die of too much strength or will morph into a quiet, stable presence. At a quarter before 5pm my window is suddenly grey and the happy yellow of a few minutes ago will feel like a dream, something that happened but did not really. Little reminders sprinkled throughout the day about impermanence.