John and I are a little in love with the light in our house, especially at the day's extremes. Sometimes, around sunset, I'll catch him standing still, head cocked as though he's listening for something. But I know better. He's watching the light work its magic. I do the same thing.
If you peeked in our windows in the early morning or late day you might see one of us with a camera, following the sunlight around as though it were a butterfly and the camera a net, attempting to catch light as it flits from faucet to hinge to windowsill.
photo by John Sandel
Of course the light has been here longer than the house's 85 years. These old doorknobs aren't old after all. Amazing, really, that something so fleeting as light comes all the way across the solar system and finds its way through our windows to touch these inconsequential things.