There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it. -Edith Wharton

. . . Imagined endings.

To seek one’s reflection requires no mirror, only a little light.

Who are we when we are in between: no longer here, not yet there? Our daily routes habitually traveled invite us inward, into private moments on display in public spaces. Who are we in these moments? I see only kindreds in transit on a shared journey, considered with neither hope nor despair. Simply considered.

America's running debate with itself swirls, ‘left’ ‘right’ ‘pro’ and ‘anti’ steeled, everything at stake. Until inevitably the players pause, distracted an instant from the cause. Suddenly similar; at risk of conversation.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. -Edgar Allen Poe

There's a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to balance things out. -Lou Reed

Late thunderclouds. Autumn looms serious and grown up. But first the rollercoaster, sand underfoot, the fair! One last funnel cake - the inevitable world can wait.