“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.”
― Anton Chekhov
It was a lightbulb at a gelato place. A groovy little lamp with no other aspirations than to look hip for passersby.
It’s also kind of a metaphor for living and glowing and exuding warmth even when everything is bleak and cold and bare and old and it reflects upon you and within you and inside you.
Live like you’re a shiny, hip, transparent lamp because even winter will look beautiful on you.
Well said. I like how you think. Plus, that light is cool. Never seen one like it before.
I love the photo. I may have a thing for lightbulbs. (I can’t really explain why.) I also love textures and the variation in light. (In your photo.) Also your metaphors. (In your words.)