Dancing With the Dark

I spent an hour tonight trying to untangle a string of fairy lights that had knotted themselves into a tight, stubborn ball. It was frustrating work, but as I pulled at the wires, I realized how much I enjoy the way light behaves when it is forced to move. It doesn’t just sit there; it leaves a trail, a ghost of itself that lingers in the corner of your eye. We spend so much of our lives trying to keep things steady, trying to hold onto the edges of our days so they don’t slip away. But maybe there is more truth in the blur. Maybe the moments that matter most are the ones that refuse to stay still, the ones that move too fast to be caught but leave a warmth on your skin long after they have passed. If we could see the path our own movements carved through the dark, would we be surprised by the patterns we leave behind?

Ryszard Wierzbicki has captured this feeling perfectly in his image titled The Play of Lights. It shows how even the wildest movement can find a rhythm in the night. Does this remind you of a time you felt truly untethered?