Let the sunshine in.

I’d rather have light than privacy. Bright light. Sunshine. Radiant light. For a while I went through a period when I accepted darkness. Reveled in it, matter of fact. And when I turned on lights, it was amber. Dark. Low-watt bulbs. Shades. Blinds. Curtains. Now it’s all right for people to see into my abode. I want openness. Not a cave or cavern. I could live outdoors. Especially in the sunny summer. Along a vast seashore. The Mediterranean, where I am now. Maybe it’s that I’m in love. With life. And openness. Nothing to hide. Able to exude joy.—Jim Broede