Everything is Bright

In the soft half-light, half-awake, or asleep, the sun rippling, patterns on your eyelids, dream shapes without faces, and it's 3pm, no it's 5pm, awake, train home, take two steps at a time, get home, sleep.

So things can change completely, when eyes are closed and moving.

But in the day time.

On the waters edge, it feels like falling, into vast oceans, or a dirty city canal, at the edge of which: men stand with fishing rods waiting for resilient or unlucky fish, children camp with their parents on the wasteland and play with rubble leftovers from old buildings, the sun makes patterns on the underside of bridges.

And the weather makes its changes, from light to shade and back again, and sometimes we feel as though this water falling from the sky is a part of us. And the pools of water at our feet, when they aren't there, things are different.

Everything is bright.