How it undresses itself, revealing beauty each morning

One thing I have learned in my time here: we all have a common love for the sky. How it undresses itself, revealing beauty each morning; how it moans seductively as it sinks into the darkness each evening…We peer longingly into it as if it truly may save us. Even those who never have believed in heaven, gaze lovingly, ache spilling from the recesses of the chest, pulling the inexplicable intensity of what is undefinable from our souls. Before this place, I thought I was alone, each time I gazed, into the scrawling shadow or into the way the light played through the cloud, but now, I just gaze and try to write the things which none of us can quite encapsulate in language. I gaze.

— @the-hollow-quiet


Photo: DK this morning @ 6:55 a.m. at Cove Island Park Marina. More photos of twilight to sunrise from this morning here

Tuesday Morning Walk

The sky is a soft blue and I begin the walk…winding down to the center of my everything.

—  Leila Mottley, Nightcrawling: A Novel (Knopf, June 7, 2022)


Notes:

  • Photo: DK, July 23, 2022. 5:30 a.m. Stamford, CT.
  • DK Rating: Highly Recommended. Amazon Top Books of 2022.  Selected as an Oprah’s Book Club pick. NY Times Editor’s Choice Top 10 Books of the Week. NY Times Book Review here.

Sunday Morning

A clear blue sky was hard to take. Marek saw it as emptiness, a place with no heaven in it. He preferred the clouds because he could imagine paradise behind them. He could stare up and focus his eyes on shapes in the clouds, wonder if that was God’s face or God’s hand making an impression, or if God was spying down at him through the gauzy mist. Maybe, maybe.

Ottessa Moshfegh, Lapvona (Penguin Press, June 21, 2022)


DK Photo @ Daybreak. 5:12 am, July 16, 2022. 65° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.  More photos from yesterday here.

Clouds

Clouds are some of the best storytellers. Leaping hares, dancing embers, ancient gods presenting themselves through rays of light—all gone within a brief moment. Transforming, reshaping into their new forms for an audience of trillions on the earth below.

—  E. Noélle Campbell, misc excerpts


Notes:

  • DK Photos @ Cove Island Park at Daybreak on July 8 & 9, 2022. See more pictures from these days here and here.
  • Quote: Thank you Beth @ Alive on all Channels

Lightly Child, Lightly

Drifting, what am I like?

A gull between earth and sky.

—  Du Fu, (712- 770). “Thoughts While Traveling At Night”, trans. by Vikram Seth, in Three Chinese Poets: Wang Wei, Li Bai, and Du Fu


Notes:

  • Photo – DK @ Cove Island Park on March 21, 2022. Quote via antigonick
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”