11.19

I like light, especially. I'm interested in chasing it. You know, I write about light more than anyone else I know. I take pictures of good examples of it and agonize over how inadequate the feel of it is, all of a sudden. I gasp when I see a good display or contrast or portrayal. I seek it.
I didn't know it, until today,
that I wanted to go to Antarctica for the light.
I wouldn't find out, until today,
that I had been looking for light the whole time.
I couldn't realize it, until today,
that I was interested in seeing the sun in every mood.

Good luck, me.