The Weight of Breath

We spend our lives trying to see clearly. We want the edges of things to be sharp, the horizon to be fixed, the path to be certain. But there is a mercy in the blur. When the world pulls a veil over itself, the noise of the familiar falls away. We are left with only the outline of what we know, and the vast, cold space of what we do not. It is in these moments of obscuration that we are finally allowed to be still. The mountain does not care if it is seen. The valley does not ask to be understood. They simply exist, holding their breath beneath the grey weight of the air. We are so afraid of losing our way that we forget the value of being lost. What remains when the landmarks vanish?

Shirren Lim has captured this quiet disappearance in her image titled Mist over the Valley. It is a reminder that sometimes, the most honest view is the one that hides itself. Can you find peace in the parts of the world that refuse to be revealed?