I'm crazy about light. No, not the technical description of light that is presented in a lot of art books. I don't mean light in terms of prism, reflection, absorption, or values. When I sit down and try to read the scientific explanation of these things, I go comatose - comatose with a colossal yawn. Sterile definitions seems to suck the magic right out of light.
When I think of light, the words that come to mind are words like wonder, enchantment, romance, delight, surprise, celebration, break-through, and glory. There are so many expressions and emotions to light.
I think of moonlight spilling out on calm lake waters or sunlight casting diamonds on winter snow. I see valiant light rays piercing through ominous, swirling, storm clouds and fireflies weaving a slow dance in the summer bush like small, blinking beacons.
And what is better than fireworks bursting with color in a black sky?
I went to an outdoors wedding once where the reception was held in a wooded clearing at night. A path through the woods led to the clearing and the bride and groom had decorated the trees on either side of the path with tiny, white lights. It was beautiful - simple and beautiful. Out of all the weddings I've been to, I will remember that one. In walking that path, I was given a gift of wonder.
Another time, I visited my daughter, Grace, at her new apartment. She went into the kitchen to get us drinks and when she came back to the living room, she turned the lights off. What?? Then, the glasses in her hands began blinking like strobe lights at a disco! Hahahaha! She comes up with the best surprises! I loved it!
Is it any wonder that the root word in delight is LIGHT?