Quality of light:
walking so early in the morning has brought me a bit more aligned with the quality of light these hours offer, how the seasons aren't just marked on a calendar and known by warmth or chill in the air, but that light arrives on the horizon at different points of time, and first hint is often missed if not mindful of its ever changing appearance. It's late autumn now and the sun doesn't properly rise until much later, well after my earliest walk is done. Yet I still catch it's presence peeking through, subtle, darkness of night having shifted to the faintest glow of dawn approaching.
each morning offers me a different show, the quality of light being so vast in its display. Seasons seem to roll through in moments of soft glow, measured by the absence or gain of light, infinitely small changes and barely noticed if not immersed in these morning hours. I love walking through the seasons, gaining and losing light through the passage of time and yet always arriving to its presence.
that first hint...
it's like arriving home.
a holiness of first light.
~
Peace, Eric
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