After spending our holiday immersed in a science center, absorbing sights and sounds, marveling at the microscopic and the telescopic, I’m not ready to write. Images and ideas are swirling, not settling.
A son chose glow-in-the-dark stars for his walls. They remind me that some things are invisible until exposed to strong light. They need darkness to shine. They glow. You catch them before they fade.
Text © Gwyn Nichols 2011