As I stumbled through the house in the dark at 6 a.m. this morning it seemed a little brighter than usual. So I took a quick peek out the back window on my way by. And stopped. And looked again.
It was a little bright out, but the strange thing was that instead of shadows, the trees were casting light. Seriously.
My poor sleep befuddled brain searched for shadows and didn't see any.
Several seconds later I realized that the light was produced by the ambient predawn glow reflecting off the patches of snow left after a day of sun yesterday.
However, I still embrace the casting light image--it was beautiful, wonderful, weird and lovely.
And a great metaphor. So try to cast a little light today and I will, too.
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