Shadows as they fall on a book laden coffee table during a lazy afternoon. The sharp relief of parallel lines juxtaposed with all the shapes and textures of the volumes that lie under them, the ability to see the layers through which are visible the rich textures of dark walnut, and slowly morphing into the rich, woven tapestry of colors that permeate the rug below. From the top, they are but slight silvers of darkness on an otherwise amazing mix of colors, patterns, textures and warmth. The shadows bring out what already exists.
And so it is true of life itself.
If I were to speak in allegorical terms, the shadows aren’t unlike the quirks of fate that fall on us, as we go about our daily lives, living in the minutaie, looking around us at things in isolation, but never really stepping back to peer through the top of our own glass topped coffee tabled lives, to realize that yes indeed, these shadows are transient, and will go away with the promise of a new day. All we need to do is step back, and look around.
And in that moment, realize that the simple pleasures of life such as a cup of coffee lying on a coffee table which contains a coffee table book about coffee is actually fun to contemplate.
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