Tuesday, February 05, 2008

This Little Light

In the (still) dark days of February, one craves a warm golden halo of light, any light at all, and she looks for it everywhere she goes, stopping whenever she encounters even a spark.

The skies beyond the ash tree in the garden at sunrise, the sun going down like a ball of fire behind the spruces on the lake at the close of day, lighted chandeliers seen through village windows after dark, the crackling light of a fire on the hearth or beeswax candles burning - all give voice to a siren song and exert a sovereign tug on winter weary senses.

An old lantern suspended near the doorway of a crumbling outbuilding in the highlands is a treat at any time of year, but its rich incandescent glow in deep winter twilight is something truly special. Even the chandelier of the Paris Opera could not shed such a perfect light.


Shelli said...

Your words are like a song. I love the light.

Suzanne said...

How warm and welcoming your words and the light are. Lovely!

Anonymous said...

Dear Cate,
That specific light is truly wonderful. Its placement, the age of the wooden planks that it holds on to. It has so much character that one longs for it.

GreenishLady said...

Dear Cate, i want to share a "You Make my day" award with you.