Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A rainstorm and mild cool front passed through with bluster in the night, leaving crystalline skies and brilliant sun this morning.
Immediately the spirit lifts, climbing the light, drawn to its source.
The sky still wears a wintry pallor. Only in summer on especially clear dry days does it deepen.
Even so, the contrast with shadow is complete, as the white light pours itself over fence posts, flickers on shiny live oak leaves.
Hope bubbles up and with it the question: is this the other half of low spirits under dark and gray skies? Does the very intensity of one's response to the light measure the parallel response we have to the shadows?