Home Light

The light these days feels thin, stretched — a blanket too short to cover my toes. But it's all we have, this light, so sometimes I walk twice, early and late, my breath a cloud, my feet warming to the pace, drawing out the day.

By the time I'm finished, stars shine in the darkening sky and I've come to a house where lamp light glows yellow through tall windows and porch lights wink beside the door.

Then I realize: It's for this light I've come — for a glimpse of the familiar through altered eyes, for the light of my own house welcoming me home.