REMEMBERING PHILIP...

Late Afternoon Light
Shooting in fast from the vastness of space at around a hundred and eighty thousand miles per second the brash light that began its journey earlier today from the nuclear furnace on our exploding sun mellows, turns a shade halfway between orange and golden, and slides across the shimmering Pacific before dancing in to touch pirouetting leaves and sleeping pussy cats and frolicking calves and stoic houses all getting ready to bed down for the night, except, of course, the cats, who live their secret lives after dark. Oh, how I love the mystery of light, all light, most especially natural light, even rude noon light, but the light that I want to ride away on at the end of my life is that last ray coming in at the magic moment just before the sun drops into the ocean leaving everyone stunned by a sense of emptiness and loss.