The Weight of White

I spent this morning trying to scrub a stubborn coffee stain off my kitchen counter. It felt like a small, losing battle against time and mess. I kept wiping, adding more soap, trying to get it back to that perfect, blank slate it had when I first moved in. It made me think about how much energy we spend just trying to keep things clean, trying to hold onto a sense of beginning. There is something almost holy about a fresh start, isn’t there? That feeling of a surface so bright it hurts your eyes, a space cleared of all the dust and history that usually gathers in the corners. We paint over the old marks, we wash away the spills, and for a few hours, we get to pretend that everything is new again. It is a quiet, repetitive act of hope. Do you ever feel like you are trying to scrub away the past just to see what the present looks like underneath?

Thomas Lianos has captured this exact feeling of renewal in his beautiful image titled Greek Church under the Sun. The way the light hits those walls makes the world feel brand new, doesn’t it? What does a fresh start look like in your own life?