Within a week on either side of the summer solstice I often seek sanctuary. It’s a natural spot with
plenty of fresh air and sunshine, vibrant but delicate color, and soothing beauty where I can contemplate time’s passage. A paradigm of change, its ephemeral character is precisely what makes it vibrate with life and a sense of renewal.
Grabbing our attention like shooting stars streaking across a velvety night sky, ordinary and frequently
seen objects sometimes pop out of the background scenery and ignite our consciousness. One of the starkest such experiences struck me about a year ago. It’s about a bridge. Now a thing that I hardly noticed for years has become something I go out of my way to see.