It’s been a while since I’ve sat down and taken the time to write. Not that I haven’t written, I’ve written in my journal and whatnot, but I haven’t really reflected and I find myself a bit lost. Like I’m out of practice. I am out of practice. If anything, I have just realized the importance of keeping up with what you do.
Even the keys on the keyboard feel awkward to me. One spelling mistake after another is a visual reminder that damn, I always need to keep going no matter what. I have a million excuses and 90% of them have to do with my family and friends, but none of them, not one of them has merit. Because there is no reason why I shouldn’t have made the time to do this.
Anyway, I have chosen to get back into the swing of things with these luminiscente and awe-inspiring pictures of Madrid during Christmastime. It was the epitome of Madrid is Magic. Something about the sheer simplicity and complexity of light, is something that will always inspire and amaze us, as human beings. I can’t describe it. Somehow we are always transpired by it, whether it is through electricity or nature. The “lighting” of a space becomes a mood, a desire, or a passion. It is also what gives us and all living things nutrients. Essentially it gives us life. The scenes (and there were so many more) of all the lights throughout the entire city of Madrid made me gasp and gave me life.
P.S. Had this been a Mavis Beacon test I would’ve failed with flying colors.