All Things Made Light
From the sawtoothed shadows of an old Alder tree, to the lapping of water on the side of a boat, to the sound of an uproarious laugh leaping out of an agape mouth turned toward the sky: these moments are every kind of memory, past and upcoming—the strings that tie all of us to one another. All true to the touch, each bit illuminated, everything made light: a perfect fit that fills the void between moments, things, people. The strings that bind us get pulled and we are drawn closer together. This is our delight—when it feels like we are in a place has been created specifically for us, one where we may be at ease, because we are in the right place, at the right moment, filling a space of our shape.
