Where the Light Leads

About this piece

Weathered planks and parallel railings draw the eye toward a small pavilion on the horizon. Warm lamplight touches the timber beneath an expansive canopy of rose and violet clouds, balancing the pier’s ordered geometry with the shifting forms of sea and sky.

The story

I stood at the center of the pier, letting the rails carry my gaze toward the people gathered at its far end. Above them, the clouds seemed much larger than anything we had built beneath them. The lamps offered small points of warmth against the violet sky, and the boards caught a wash of pink. I framed the photograph around that meeting: a familiar path reaching into a distance that remained beyond our keeping.