Two paths

Captured this photo on an overcast Summer day in NYC. For some particular reason, this spot in the city resonated with me. Halfway through crossing the street, there was another spot to stop and wait in order to cross. While standing there, waiting for the walking signal, I turned and took this photo.

Caught in between two paths. One forward and one backward, depending on perspective.

It reminded me of a particular passage by Terry Tempest Williams in her freeform novel, "Leap" where she states:

"The middle path makes me wary. . . . But in the middle of my life, I am coming to see the middle path as a walk with wisdom where conversations of complexity can be found, that the middle path is the path of movement. . . . In the right and left worlds, the stories are largely set..."

While I was not moving, stationary in that holding pattern until the signal changed, everything was moving. Everything was happening. If only we knew the right path to take.

Truly a brief moment of deep complexity.