Light Story

This is the story of the cool, clear, white light from the west at nearly four p.m.-- clear and cool, but somehow not very special--a steady light, a practical light on a windless, moderate day in Vancouver, early February, after the storms have all but passed, but spring has not yet opened its blossoms to breathe fragrant perfumes. Spring will soon notice the plainness of the surrounds along with their mildness, and seeing a space, which is what this light betokens, will excitedly leap into it, first one toe, an arched foot, a hand, calf, upper arm, and soon a smiling face will enter the ready scene to make festivity.