Rays of light travel the world, creating cities of shadow and towns of reflection. Grain flows about knots of wood, serving as time capsules locked away by the hands of the wind. Frayed threads tie together the loose ends of humanity, creating bonds of character. Glass opens space with transparency, sealing vision with distortion. Blades of grass form columns and rows, lawns and unmade flower beds. Brush strokes are only painted to be repainted, hidden to be seen. Take a moment to look around and witness. The devil is in the details. I am sure I will meet him soon.