An Observation of Light

The sun shines into the room through an arched window. The soft light gently touches the left side of my guitar. The tuning knobs shine brightly, reflecting the light. The lines and dots that run up and down the guitar’s neck almost shimmer the soft morning sun. The strings are almost lost against the bright reflections on the fret board. The body of the guitar is dark with a white outline. It is polished and the varnish shines as it reflects some of the light. The top left side of the guitar looks almost grey. Parts of it reflect parts of the room back to me, but the items are blurry and indistinguishable. The guitar leans against a white wall, heavily contrasted in the natural daylight.

The overcast afternoon creates soft light. There are no shadows in my backyard right now. The snow seems illuminated beneath the faint lighting. It seems even brighter than the sky. All of the trees and foliage seem to blend together without much contrast between them. The sky, however, is significantly brighter and the white, snow covered ground is even more so. When I look closely at the snow, parts of the ice crystals catch the natural light. The snow sparkles as my eyes move across it. It’s dazzling, like glitter. Patches of ice seem dark until I move in the right way so that it catches the sun, reflecting it to me, scorching my retinas as I try to behold its beauty. I move again and the shining light is gone again.