Emerald Necklace-1, Back Bay Fens, Boston :: January 2011
WINTER LIGHT: Depending on the year perhaps dark, perhaps bright, hot or maybe cold. This also depends on who is feeling, sensing, believing. I for one revel in the light year round, dark or light, hot or cold, blue, yellow, red, mottled, greyish, murky, penetrating. Penetrating and revealing as might be the chill that accompanies the winter light. All light heals, all light foresees. This winter season— snow and more snow, ice and ever more ice— teaches me that winter light may peel back a curtain, confirm a new reality: global climate crisis. The vision of a perpetual winter in North America and Europe, unending summer in the Middle East. As Thoreau put it: "The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star."