Sans Seraph
photo by Rodney Curtis Sunshine doesn’t visit as much during these shorter, darker days. Surely that’s the ancient reason for holiday lights and decorations. But the sun briefly peeks out from the December gray, casting colorful and symbolic shadows. Our shadowy angel, hidden from the inside, suddenly appears on the shade. Clandestine angels — showing […]
photo by Rodney Curtis
Sunshine doesn’t visit as much during these shorter, darker days. Surely that’s the ancient reason for holiday lights and decorations. But the sun briefly peeks out from the December gray, casting colorful and symbolic shadows.
Our shadowy angel, hidden from the inside, suddenly appears on the shade. Clandestine angels — showing up unexpectedly — is the stuff of literature, popular culture, religion and mysticism.
It’s also the stuff of smiles and artful reflection. Our window treatment becomes old parchment. The stained glass angel momentarily stains our paper shutters with spilled watercolor.
The sun evaporates; the angel vanishes and we peer into the blinds, searching for her shape and color.
She hides, we seek.
