Preceptions of “White” Light

 

The sky today is completely covered in clouds, mostly white but some areas are slightly gray. No direct sunlight is making its way through the clouds. However, there are still faint shadows cast beneath the trees. It is raining very hard and though no sunlight is obviously visible, the pale gray light managing to make its way through the clouds hits the falling water in a way that makes the rain look like falling, silver, shimmery streamers you’d get from a party store.

I feel energized. And alert. But I think it has more to do with the violent rainfall occurring because if it wasn’t raining and this sort of lighting was present, I think I’d feel sleepy or sad. The lack of light and the nearly solid white skin is extremely ominous, gloomy, foreboding. I think this solid white is creepier than a dark gray or black skin would even be. It’s like a void. It’s just nothingness. The power of solid white light is very interesting. The color white normally has the connotation of purity or innocence or happiness. But this solidly cloud covered, white sky is anything but happy.

A few minutes have gone by and there is actually a part of the sky where the clouds are pulling apart to reveal slightly whiter white clouds that contrast to the majority of grayish toned white clouds. So what I was perceiving as white light or calling white light before was actually not as white as I thought it was. These brighter white clouds look more hopeful, warmer. So perhaps it is the white light that is slightly gray that is the gloomiest rather than starker white light.