Drought

This morning I saw the light, as if for the first time.

The light was breathing in and out, from the lamp to the desktop and from the desktop to the lamp, as an actual being, a thing in itself, not just something in the air, all pervasive, but as a physical entity with a self-contained, defined presence.

The light has lungs, yes it does, and each breath it takes comes in and out of its being so that the light soon fills up all space.