Shift

        Southern summers are unpredictable, and at times it becomes nearly impossible to distinguish the short bursts of wind and rain from the periods of humid evaporation. Make no mistake, the weather is mostly unpleasant, and during the hot or humid days it can be unbearable without the proper equipment (central air conditioning). There's something mesmerizing about the rain, though; It beads down the windows and swallows the outside light, or multiplies it into thousands of little cities that instantly come and go. The situation feels like a scene from a classic movie that no one else has seen, and changes the space into something entirely different.
        An infinite amount of factors go into a space, creating a feeling and life of its own, and I find it so fascinating how quickly a space can shift from one thing, perhaps a dining room, to something completely different, such as the rain-covered window. The same space could be a prison or a safe haven, with the change of time or weather.
If that is the case, and space is completely subjective, then architecture is the greatest play of all, and everyone is the audience, never seeing the same thing twice.