The morning sun is at the angle of promise. Bright, low, creating sharp, intersecting shimmery wedges and long shadows instigating the thought that something is possible. Something, not anything. It’s been a long slog of dreary grey days, unpromising even when the sun appeared. This unexpected moment brightens the eye and then the mind.
No picture. The light I saw included the phone, a vignette that also included a pencil, some paper, and a favorite coffee cup. Was the universe saying something? No. I just saw the light, the actual light. Everything else is in my head.