In Pursuit of Light

People get strange in the dark.

As the night lengthens and the day shortens,

We adjust to the absence of light.

Some curl up under artificial fluorescence,

Bathed in sickly, not-light until they can ignore

The darkness outside.



(South gets darker faster than we remember, but it is warmer and easier to find other compensations.)

Still others are fascinated by the half-light,

Sit out in the cold and dark to play and live

And wait, breathless, for

The pale and distant sun.

IMG_0257We are ever more aware of the sun as it vanishes

Light is so important to our relationship with the world, something that is always made clear in its absence.

For more tales of light and its absence, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.


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