Luminosity
Daylight is too easy. What I want is difficult: the atmosphere of lamps or moonlight. -Edgar Degas
I love the time of day when it’s dark enough to turn on the lamps. They cast an instant warmth on that late afternoon place where I get a chill and have too many loose ends to tie up. I like this pause, going from lamp to lamp and observing the difference that light makes.
There’s a little pocket of quiet now. It sinks into me and has weight, a surprising weight, and I think of what it was like when I had so much more of that weight in my life. And I miss it and I don’t.
I’ll wake the baby from his nap, I’ll pour some wine, we’ll make supper, it will get dark and we’ll all draw closer to the warmth of home. But this quiet gets a few minutes more. I’ll pack some around those places in me that are scattered, and fumbling, and out of breath.
