The Modesty of Light
Light enough to see the cold in the sky, the east with that mix of pink-blue clouds that may be the clouds of cold the color beyond category, the clarity chilling outside and in. How can such a scene be seen without seeing, at least somewhat, inside ourselves? We are dust and water and air, blood -- that divine elixir of life clearly points emphatically here, emphatically there. And now a little more light arises, breaks, shows not yet shinning perhaps, as we mark atime, an hour before the sun fully shows itself. That modesty of light I think about often. -Byron Hoot