This morning, after creating first coffee and telling my 40 pounds of housecat they were lovely monsters, I stepped outside and slipped into my hot tub. Above me, a wide arch of clouds obscured the banner of stars.
I closed my eyes.
There, inside my eyes, I saw a single point of light. Bright and flickering.
Something new, that! What light there?
I opened my eyes again, cleared them by looking out onto the darkened lake below.
I closed my eyes and the light appeared once more. Starlike, but still lambent. The light danced alone as I watched on the inside.
Only then came the thought. What if this is the final light? What if this is the light that comes to gather? What if this is the light to which I must flee when my days here are done? Why here with me today?