What the Light Was Like*

The light captivated me this morning. 

Winter's gray drizzle began in late August this year, effectively truncating our already abbreviated sun season. We'll have a few more lovely, light days, but not many. In fact, by early afternoon today's promising start had deteriorated to a November-like pall, sans the chill that usually accompanies the damp. The only clue appropriate to the season being this:

not needing a headlamp to walk home from the bus stop after work this evening.

It's taken living here in the Pacific Northwest for nearly a decade to appreciate that absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.

*This title belongs to Luci Shaw. Check out her book by that name.