Strange Light: 6 PM

Posted on September 30, 2004 in Weather

As I walked out the front door and loitered on the deck, I noticed that a mass of clouds had moved in. The cover had not congealed, so there were breaks. Mounts Modjeska and Santiago wore somber Benedictine blacks and deep blues. The foothills, however, shone goldenly. Even the olive caking of greasewood and manzanita glowed like precious metal. The glory that belonged to the highest parts of the skyline exalted the low.

When Lynn came out to go with me to a poetry reading, I said “Look at the Light.”

“It’s nice,”she said, without stopping.