Tag: light
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In a Different Light
As a child growing up in a grandma’s musty home, I hated dusk and its slanted rays of dying light. After school and mid-afternoon shows, sun beams, like stealthy soldiers, climbed through windows, caught riotous dust motes, cast long shadows that colluded with dark corners, and wispy spectators hiding behind locked doors. I sulked as I eyed the shifting shades, the…
Trish in Transit 