into the wild.-

Enjoying the beauty of the simplest things is one of the biggest joys I've found in this life. The light squirming through the treetops, on the road from the tube station to my house. It's a second of peace, of feeling complete. No matter what else is going on around you, that moment can expand itself and settle you in a state of conscious unawareness, where nothing can touch you, where you are far from everything, but closer than ever to yourself.

when a long stranded cloud sits just above the horizon
leaving a strip of clear blue beneath it
it becomes a panorama
and you turn your head three hundred and sixty degrees
and the same line follows you around
if the land is sufficiently flat;
really nothing can be compared to it.
-Paul Smith's Acrobat (Maxïmo Park)

at the bottom of everything.-

Small secluded neighbourhoods tend to be part of a different world. Especially at night, the street becomes quiet and, through the trees, the streetlights reflect on the pavement in a dim yellow glow. We walk out of the house and the dog wanders the block; she barks, but no one is awake to hear the echo of her voice. A cat runs away into a house. I think of what it would be like to live like this. Silence can be reminiscent of solitude, the cold awareness of one's unicity and separation of all other worldly things. The tone of the streetlight's glow feels like company, as a breeze comes and sways the trees. Sometimes it's nice to be completely alone.