Sometimes the light out here at the bach takes me by surprise. I gasped when I glanced out the window just on nightfall yesterday. During the day, clouds had gathered over the sunny skies yet again, in this season of summer storms. But then suddenly the sky brightened. The light was ethereal, uplifting, and made me want to shout.

Even when humidity and clouds attempt to smother the joy of summer, some pesky energy breaks through, asserting itself, insisting that ecstasy is alive and well.