It's the light

I drive home by the light of a full moon
As the golden rays fill the car
I glance over in its direction
And see a newly mown field of hay
At that moment I realize it's the light that I love

In my photography it's the light
That I try to capture on film
The black, the white, the shadows, the light
I recall a compliment "you work well with light"

In my fondest memories it's the light
That touches my heart
Morning light shining through a window
Softly illuminates her face and one white tipped paw
Candlelight that makes the bedroom glow
Moonlight through the blinds
Sunlight through the pines at Pilot
Firelight flickers on the bottom of leaves on the trees
The soft pastel clouds of a sunset
Reflected on the calm surface of the lake
And the northern lights dance over the island

Sunlight on your hair
The light in your eyes
The light of your smile
So it is with you too, my dear
I love the light that shines on you
And from you

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Author's Notes

I love light, doesn't matter what form. Like the line from Sarah McLachlan's song, Hold On, says, "And love the light that brings a smile across your face."

Megan, about 6 months old