It had rained hard during the night and everywhere I looked it was dripping, grey and dismal. I walked looking down at the ground to avoid mud puddles and slippery sections. Then I looked up, and saw this light – an open window beckoning me on, at the end of the, er, tunnel – of trees – the weather had changed in a moment to something beautiful.
I wondered as I walked along with more energy now, my head up, trusting my feet to find their own way, how much light we miss when we are thinking about the future and forgetting to breathe and be, and see, just where we are.
And now I am thinking, what would it be like, how would it change me, to look for the light, every day, for a whole week, a month, or a year?