Welcome to July, happy Canada Day, and write about: the light.
Just getting everything out of the way right up front today. I need to get some sleep.
There's a strange light in the sky tonight. I don't know where it is coming from - certainly not the sun or the moon. Perhaps it originates from some human contraption on the ground. That seems... unlikely, somehow.
It is a distraction, nothing more. I keep telling myself that but still my eyes are drawn to it. Still my imagination is consumed by its possibilities, by the mystery of it all.
It matters not. It means nothing. A fluke reflection, or refraction, or whatever it might be. There's no hidden meaning, no ominous warning hanging above us as we go about our private businesses in our separate, unconnected lives.
Unless, of course, it is all that and more.
Which is why I cannot drag myself away from the sight of it.