On earth, in air, on water, light is its own essence-- an enchanted dance, a harmony of rhyme in quick pearling as on the surface of a pool ; Or, it’s slow, expanding as if some obstacle is in the way.
Beyond sight’s reach, light glides, swan-like or blinks, star-like or dapples uncertain between sun and shadow.
A match darts it’s first white flame, then flickers. Splashing sparks may tumble over pebbles or moon repeat itself a thousand times. A translucent cascade of bright snow illuminates a winter field ; the gentle glow of a candle flame warms the heart.
Even what seems forever dark as midnight’s blackest mood is not immune to opening to the glory of light.