The airport shuttle was late; I stood outside the hotel worrying about making my flight, pacing and cursing. Then it hit me: the day was bright and the air’s chill was fading. A brilliant Portland morning after a successful book event at Annie Bloom’s the night before. Old friends and my nephew had come. My father, gone less than two months, even made an appearance. Why would I curse even once? Why allow impatience? If I missed the flight, there would be another one.
Then the light became apparent—in an unexpected place—a basement window grate. Sunlight is nature. Found by nature once again, the light got inside me. And for you, when does it happen, as I know it does, that nature finds you unsuspecting and suddenly you too are brightened and warmed?