when Summer nears the final stages and late afternoon turns gold to signal an earlier closing time,
that’s the time to decorate with dim light, a romantic echo of times when we were careless with abundant sunshine.
a string of lights barely illuminates. Surrounding details dim into darkness. It’s impossible to read a newspaper or spot that dropped coin on a sidewalk.
but I can still see the light. I am grateful for its company. Sometimes the only thing light needs to reveal is itself.
keep chasing lights.
