Black, the absence of color.

White, the absolute of color.

Ultimately, they do not cancel each other out. One does not lap the other. One cannot dominate in any way.

It is a balance. The perfect completion of the ends and beginnings, and there's always everything in between.

I found this last night. In between the left over heat of the day and the chill of the night.

It's fucking creepy, but I smile like a pug lately.