Sunday Morning

I caught my breath and walked on, with a rising sense that glory was all around me. Only at twilight can an ordinary mortal walk in light and dark at once—feet plodding through night, eyes turned up toward bright day. It is a glimpse into eternity, that bewildering notion of endless time, where light and dark exist simultaneously.

—  Margaret Renkl, Late Migrations: A Natural History of Love and Loss 


Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 6:47 a.m., January 16, 2022. 9° F, feels like 0° F. Calf Pasture Beach, Norwalk, CT. More photos from this morning here.

21 thoughts on “Sunday Morning”

  1. The ultimate dichotomy – light and dark – each essential to the other in order to fully realize their beauty. And your photo is a perfect example of this…

  2. Before the Internet, I used to tell my brain, “Store this beautiful moment in one of your folds for those days in which you can’t remember other things.” I hope you do that, too, but I also hope you’re printing these out!

    1. Thank you. I do need to store the moment. And so love this: Store this beautiful moment in one of your folds for those days in which you can’t remember other things. “

  3. Beautiful! what an amazingly wide vista you captured this morning! and so descriptive of twilight, leaving night behind, and looking far out and around to see the coming day. I’ve always liked dusk and twilight. Thank you for capturing your up close and personal twilights.

  4. “Only at twilight can an ordinary mortal walk in light and dark at once”there is something in this line I am reading it again and again. I am not getting the exact word to explain it but the feeling is of transformation. Stay warm and take care.

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