Over the last few weeks, I’ve watched the sun dip below the roof line of my apartment complex, the light through my balcony doors bringing my houseplants to life. My mind knew that same light was illuminating the fields to the west, but my heart wasn’t in it. My camera remained tucked in the closet, the golden hour untamed.
I wasn’t ready to be in the moment. My heart was both in the past and the future, but unable to see the beauty of now.
Tonight was different. Tonight I was ready to feel the warmth of the sun dance with the cool breeze on my skin. I was ready to let now flood my senses and guide my lens.
Back in the now. It’s where I belong.