Resplendent light lifetimes ago when we all walked on the edge of knowing something, maybe even something about how the light links itself to infinity and everything it breaches. The energy and the air then was a perfect reflection of life’s easy breath and relaxed mind.
In older age, there’s another slant. Yes, light encapsulated, lifted, and energized, but its sharpness stung and hurt the eyes, and those days, weren’t they too bright? Though reaching for nothing but truth, we forgot that while alive, truth cannot exist without a modicum of lies.
AYESHA F. HAMID 