In the cold, crystal light of morning things look different than they did before. That doesn't mean they have actually changed. They may just look different. At this point, one has to decide to move on with a changed perception or investigate the lighting scheme. These days it's easier and safer to accept and move on. Never one to make things easy for myself, I climb the proverbial catwalk and have a look at angles and color films. Sometimes I wish I could just be satisfied with the fact that the lights are on.

I don't really have anywhere to go with this. It's just that first sentence was burning a hole in my brain. Truth be told, I'm feeling pretty shitty all day.