I’ve always had a certain sadness about life. Even as a kid I had a sense of how life was finite, that we make choices, we get our decades, and then it’s all over.

I am terribly in love with life. As I sit here, right now, angled rectangles of sunlight illuminate the blonde hardwood floor of the living room. The fuzzy shadows of the Venetian blinds cut across the patches of light, creating an unexpected strength and purpose.

I am amazed by this. I’m looking at light on the floor and I think it is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I might as well be tripping on acid, but I’m not. It’s always been this way for me. I get caught by light and color.