When I end my journey from home to school, the parking structure is typically filled with chaos; cars filled with hopeful drivers moving every which way hoping to be the next lucky recipient of an empty parking space. However, on this particular morning, I was able to arrive on campus earlier than usual, and was met with a rather empty parking structure. I decided to find a place to park my car and start my day off with a simple meditation. The top of the parking structure seemed like a fine place to settle, and here I was met with a shy morning light, peeking through the cracks of the overhead structures, reflecting off the small puddles from the rain the night before. I was particularly moved by the subtlety of the light which brought a sense of inviting peace and contentment. I would safely say I am not a morning person, but experiences like these entice me to become one.
Very poetic, yet direct, post on light and how it affected you. Nice image as well.
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