A few mornings ago, I got up early and the world was dark and magical and I looked out the upstairs window and saw the neighbor’s basketball backboard glowing white in the darkness and I thought: would you look at that moon? It’s so low to the ground.
I’ve been laughing about this for a few days now.
But something about the misperception is also deeply pleasing to me. It’s the essence of metaphor: that sudden gift of seeing things that are not at all, in any way connected, as similar.
And, too, I like the idea that the quotidian can, at any moment, transform itself into the luminous.
The above photo is of the stained glass of a dragonfly’s back.
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