The light this time of year.
It's something to behold.
Something to be blessed.
At once bright and deep.
Complex in its hews.
So hard to focus.
So easy to lose oneself in
its hypnotic self.
The light this time of year.
It's something to behold.
Something to be blessed.
At once bright and deep.
Complex in its hews.
So hard to focus.
So easy to lose oneself in
its hypnotic self.