In the passing of a late evening storm,
an unexpected light formed all around us
as rain and thunder ended in the clearing
of the western sky;
the off-white of porcelain in the upstairs bathroom
turned a pale blue in the hue of reflections
coming through the window.
A strange brightness grew outside,
changing the colors of stem and shade,
of grass and gravel.
We marveled at the altering
and went outside in search of understanding.
The ground around us seemed unfamiliar,
an eerie cast of color transforming the nature
of what we believed we knew
should be the way things are
in the usual ending of day.
As people often do
when they cannot understand things,
I looked up toward the sky.
One long low cloud directly overhead
caught the light of an absent sun
and became a sun of sorts,
sending that reflected light all around us,
a transcending brightness at the time
when we expected long shadows
and a settling darkness.
The damp gray of the long stone wall
bordering the slope beyond the patio
turned a deep dark red in the glow.
In the changed reflection of a different Light,
all that we know might change into something brighter,
something far richer than what we had perceived.