A few years back, neon burst back into fashion favour for a season or so. Little blurs of highlighter yellows and pinks could be seen against the grey of the Pacific Northwest. Loud little waves from strangers.
I remembered that moment the other day, driving through the rainy city where everyone had returned to their black jacket and generally neutral attire.
That neon- I missed it and I didn't.
Mostly, I wondered where all those clothes had gone.
In a heap on a beach somewhere?
Landfill?
Where does any of it go... the colours and people that for a time feel impossible to ignore?
I guess ultimately I prefer the well-worn. Neutral over neon.
Not the ability to command,
But the power to stay.