Gather round, my friends. As you’re reading this, you know there’s good news today. First, the world did not end, as some believed it would, basing their predictions on a cockeyed interpretation of the Mayan calendar.
More good news: more sunlight; the days just started getting longer, thanks to the Winter Solstice, which I celebrate with much gusto. Coincidentally, or maybe not so coincidentally, I happened to see a light pattern in my stairwell, a pattern I’d never noticed before.
It fled quickly, like all moments of light, including the light spear in the second image. It appears daily on the slanted ceiling of my writing room.
Both were mesmerizing. Part of the hypnotic quality is the uniqueness of this event. Like the light on a bloom on a plant on a day in a year, these moments can never be repeated. They're as gone as the fear of a Mayan-calendar doomsday.
Congratulations on surviving, and Happy Solstice on us all.