Another pleasant evening. A calm rest is in the air. I gaze at my neighbor’s elaborate bird fountain. He has been gone for years, but the bird fountain remains. The sun is soft, and the light is blue-green. Turn around once, and it will be dark this time of day. Our beloved images are affected by light. Shadows emerge as the sun retreats.

Shadows fall over much of our world. Some in government lie as second nature. They are members of the need-to-know club. In their bylaws, the rest of us do not need to know. The arrogance/banality of power is that they think we do not see them in the shadows.

Light mixed with colors makes a kaleidoscope. We are members of the simple and complex grand design. When the light magnifies and illuminates the panoply of colors, our eyes widen, and our hearts beat for joy. We were meant to soar with the angels. Our feet are firmly on Earth, terra firma, in the shadows. About the time we are ready to try out our wings, clouds cover us. The Earth looks different in the dark. We bump into things searching for the light switch. We stub our toe going to the restroom in the dark.

The frogs are singing. They know sunset is coming. The cat walks through his yard on an evening inspection. The little boy walks his dog. The easy breeze of June is compelling. Crickets are singing a summer song. The grass and sky look different. The Sun is lower in the sky. The pond is a mirror. The reflections change. Everything we see is fleeting. The same landscape changes all day long. The perfect photos are luck and chance. Miss the first chance, and the photo is gone. The kaleidoscope is turning.