February 10, 2015
WPC [Scale]: Feeling Yolkish
At 6.45 a.m, my brain is not yet in gear and I couldn’t be half-assed about getting philosophical about a stunning image I saw from my balcony.
In the scheme of things me being half awake and quite a bit grumpy ( I usually am in the morning), a sight like this would usually compel me to take a step back, and that day, I was lucid enough to grab my phone and snapped the picture above.
All I could think of was the bright, orangy-yellow Bangkok sun resembling an egg-yolk…a thought that consumed me. I almost immediately felt yolkish, which perpetuated my appetite to make myself a boiled egg for breakfast.
In the scheme of things, the scale of the rising sun in its full yolky glory is nothing compared to the yolk of my boiled egg. I feel dwarfed by the greatness of the sun’s yolk and I’m sure that if my egg can talk, the boiled yolk would have felt quite dwarfed next to me.
It’s just that yolkish feeling. And, it’s all relative.
In response to The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Scale