Light—still what I'm all about.
I agree, as always, with Mary Oliver, one of my favorite poets, when she writes "But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness, when it's done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive."
And like a toss of the dice, I come upon this reference to light and happiness (these in Venice) when I query my own writing: "The bell to welcome the morning, tolling on and on again at first light. Glass beads, like a rosary of quiet pleasures."
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