Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Light

I sit at the dining room table with the lights off.
Staring out the window, the November light is Decemberish.
And then I remember that December is only 4 days away.

It is a sort of rainy, sort of cold day.
It is sort of an uneasy day.

It is 2 o'clock in the afternoon as
I sit at the dining room table
with the lights off - it feels so much later.

But even tho the November light seems
like December, the day does not.
I think December does not feel so unsettled.
But I don't remember.

I can feel light, I experience light, its weight and substance.
I can smell light and sometimes I think I can hold light.
Light talks to me and tells me stories.

Today the light tells me a story of December
Of darker days and longer nights
Until the subtle shift. December light whispers
Soon...

Why can't I remember how December light feels?


© Grace Torre St. Clair 2013

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