I love the light….of a place, a day, a time. What it touches and creates, all the moods of it. More than scent, for me it is the light of a memory that stays to bring it back when I cross a reminder. Yesterday was a dark day. I love dark days. Every one brings me back to first grade standing in front of those windows that were nearly floor to ceiling, struck by the contrast of the white walls and bright lights of comfortable safety against the wild dark of the storm outside. Not your usual recess that day. We stayed inside and played games. I don’t remember if I played anything as even then I didn’t interact a lot, but I liked the novelty of it all. So that was my yesterday, delightful novelty and contrast to remind me of my good fortune and comfort. As the day wound down, I was just thinking of getting ready for bed when I noticed the glow peeking round the closed blinds. I’ve seen that glow before! Shoes went on and phone was grabbed and out into the warm damp with the fireflies I went just to stand in it. I love to go stand in that otherworldly yellow orange air that is dusk wrestling with the remnants of a stormy day. It’s not just a pretty sunset sky…it’s like sunset fell to earth and you get to walk through the glory of it. I always try to catch it, but it seems only fitting that I never can. It was a perfect day for that part of me that loves what the light does. ☺
