Photo by Tim Girvin
After the long running, days on daze of grim light, the proverbial oyster shell coloration of the Pacific Northwest wintering, low rolling clouds, the Sun merely a fuzzy luminescence. Today, for a moment, a turning to spring, sprung — that first evidence came to light — a bursting, bright and swaying in the breeze.
Sun coming.
I took a minute, just staring into that light, Sun brilliance, feeling that on my face, eyelids and eyes — and watching the bobbing movement of the flowers, daffodils.
Just that, a swaying grace — a quiet and unknown rhythm, like heart beat. Which is that – the rushing heartbeat of life’s light, seen in the momentum of just that instant.
A luxury: light.
Even now, it evanesces into the fading…
Thank you.
TIM | decatur island