each year around this time, the sun sinks low enough in the sky to reflect off a small condominium's windows out onto little lake . . . the effect lasts about twenty minutes . . . . .
this little chickadee knew that i was there, just as i knew it was there. we both watched the sun sliding in and out of cloud banks as the morning unfolded . . . .
veils . . . they lift ... they part ... and the richest and most astonishing truths are revealed. like the most powerful dreams that i wake with, and hold onto as tightly as i can for their sheer enormity, my experience of these moments is that they are beautiful in their detail and then also, pregnant with life-altering clarity . . . .