The sun rises and a new morning begins in the city. With is comes a yearning to discover what the day may bring. The yellow light warms the newly painted concrete walls within the classic tenement apartment in the South, and casts a spectacular amalgamation of light and shadow across the room. Shadows which are constant yet forever changing, harsh yet soft at the same time. I wonder, as with the lamp by the window and the shadows it casts, what shadows do we end up casting on others? Or better yet, what shadows do others cast on us? 

Noon arrives and one ventures out into the day, not knowing what lies ahead. Sturdy as a fortress, resilient as a stronghold. Grounded and ready, one is prepared for anything. Simultaneously, it becomes apparent how fluid and fragile life is. How anything can change in a mere second. How imperative it is to stay resilient in order to tackle what may come. The city, busy and dynamic, can sometimes be a source of stress and noise. Where do you go to calm your mind? 

Night has fallen on the hill North of the city. The clouds move rapidly, the day coming to a close. The statues on the hill symbolise a mere memory of the day that was, of who once was, never to return. As the day changes, so does people. The city has changed you, the circumstances, the people around you. The water, the air, the trees. At the end of the day, looking into the reflection of the night, how were you forever changed by your day in the city