I’m always chasing light.

I think it was the way the sun fluttered through shadows of other trees and cast undulating light on the yellowing aspen in my backyard this morning as I was getting ready to leave for school which beckoned me to wander outside for a few minutes of serenity.

I remembered seeing Van Gogh’s Sunflowers in Amsterdam for the first time, and recalled how they sparkled with an ineffable glittering gold.

There’s something hypnotic about the way aspens quiver in the wind, knowing their gold leaves won’t keep for long.

There was a genuine sense of peace this morning, watching the sun rise, witnessing light illuminating the day ahead.