My senses are on overload!

I wrote the other day about the water and stone. This morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. with my mind filled with thoughts about light.

From what I can remember, I dreamed about light...all kinds of light...and my experiences with light.

I remembered the play of light in the mountains as the sun set, coloring the snow in varying shades of pink, purple and blue. And the mysterious glow that remained on the snow, even after the sun had vanished, as though the light itself had seeped into the earth and was radiating outward in the darkness.

I remembered mornings spent on the beach as the light crept up on the horizon, first with a gentle glance, then in brilliant rays that seemed to reach up from beyond the water and far into the sky.

I remembered the warm glow of lamps and candles on a winter's night in my farmhouse in Pennsylvania.

I awoke feeling as though I had traveled all night through lights and memories of light. I sat in the predawn darkness and meditated on the idea of light...light as energy, light as illumination (physical and spiritual), light as inspiration, light as a beacon or guide in the darkness. I thought about light that fills a space and light that remains in one spot, all the more brilliant for the darkness that surrounds it.

And then on the drive to work, I noticed that in the rear view mirror, over the ocean, there were dark grey clouds, through which a few beams pierced. But in front of me, over the Everglades, there was pale blue sky and bright diffuse light. Two simultaneous views of light from one car.

I am amazed.