And then there are the times
when I close my eyes and just sit there,
with the breeze blowing on my face,
and the light inside the air,
all around me and just beyond my eyes,
and the world all red,
a beautiful red inside my eyes,
with the sun shining on me and my eyes.
— Paul Auster, City of Glass
Source: Quote: The Journey of Words. Photograph: Alice Calypso via Your Eyes Blaze Out
