The names have changed. The need for change has not..
"Hands Up, Don't shoot! Hands Up! Don't shoot"
Look up.
Eye In The Sky.
Street Photography
Sunday
Though technically the beginning of a new week, Sunday always seems more like the last breath of a week gone past. Depending on the prior week, it is either the panicked gasp of one who fears what comes next, or the peaceful exhalation of one having made the most of their time.
Sunday is revelation. It is the moment you realize exactly how you are living your life.
Thursday
You're in your zone now. The mind sees the goal, and all energy conspires to reach it. It's within reach, nearly palpable and now it is merely time that hinders. Effort feels minimal, as it is wrapped in the knowledge of its imminent end.
Thursday is the growing luminance at the end of a long dark tunnel.
Tonight you celebrate.
Wednesday
There's just something about half way. That moment of realization that path ahead is just as short as the path behind, and that you don't have to do any more than you've already done. Now that can manifest poorly (midlife crisis) or positively (second half comeback). But here, when all there's only freedom at the end, the halfway mark is motivation to keep going. A "you got this!" yelled from the crowd. A cup of electrolytes extended to you from an encouraging arm.
Wednesday is a weekly manifestation of a grey haired elder saying, "trouble don't last always."