And I see once again.

It's a little thing. But a big thing. Like a magical stroke. The angel of light is an interior decorator. She sees that I am living in darkness. Relatively speaking. A dark environs. Walls of books. Dim lights. Dark paintings. Maybe the kind of clutter one finds in a Ben Franklin variety store. Merchandise. Stuff stacked high. Creating narrow corridors. Just the opposite of what I seek from inside. I wish for Scandinavian design. White space. Openness. Yes, boundless light. It takes the angel of light to make me aware. She removes the blindfold. And I see once again. --Jim Broede