I think I overslept today. Last night before bed I moved the clock forward for Daylight Savings Time ... but somehow it didn't take. (It's a digital clock with a complicated set of buttons.) Even though we slept and woke at the same time we have for months, we woke an hour late.
For weeks now, I've noticed the light. Or I should say, how the light is shifting ... mostly how light fills the kitchen at the end of the day as the days get longer.
It catches me by surprise and my timing is off. I'm accustomed to starting dinner when it gets dark. So dinner's been late lately ... because I think it's earlier than it is.
I've been watching the light. Looking for the light.
In the daylight and in the world around me ... especially in these confusing, dark times ... for the people in Ukraine ... for all of us.
It's not easy, but as a friend said to me, we have to continue to look for the light. We do.
There's light in the birdsong just before dawn, in brisk walks when the sun is at its highest, in the long shadows of the afternoon, in the honking of the geese that flew overhead yesterday afternoon, in sunsets out the back window, and in the moonlight that makes a snow-covered field look like sparkle snow in a storefront window.
It may be fleeting, but if we look, really look, we'll find it. We must.
Where can you find the light?
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