Light is an amazing thing, it changes mood and perspective by you just sitting for a moment and absorbing it into your soul. Stop; breathe it in, let the colors play over you.
I have always found the cities/places that I enjoy the most based upon the quality of the light. From the bright, rich colors of my home in Arizona to the diffused painted colors of Versailles. I remember being in the countryside of England, at a castle there, where it was cold, misty, and a slight drizzle coming down. But, the colors and blending of the light still stays with me and changes me entirely.
Memory comes from so many different places. Sound, smell, and visualizations; Can anyone forget that moment on vacation where you step out into the sun and it heats you to your bones and all of the tension leaves your body? Then the bright gold/red of the sun sparkling like diamonds against the blue of the sea, a color you can’t describe and have never seen before. Hours can be spent observing the ever changing light, the colors changing and re-arranging, imprinting themselves on you, till you are no longer the same as you were before.
I love going to the Grand Canyon and sitting in awe and feeling small and non-existent against and overwhelming color richness that you either reflect as part of you or disappear into oblivion against.
As I sit and write this, I am outside of St. Louis, looking out over the marshlands. A soft blue light of the sky against the golden marshlands, slowly brightening up and becoming crisper and sharper as the sun ascends the sky.
