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  • Ruth Farmer

Suddenly


I was sitting in yet another Zoom meeting when I realized that the sun was shining. I thought it was my desk lamp, but it was the sun.


There is light always coming from a computer but it is mechanical and cold.

It is cold outside but the sun was suddenly shining and it was so bright and sudden and unfamiliar that I wondered what it was for a moment. I turned off my desk lamp, which is such a poor imitation of the brilliant ball in the afternoon sky that its illumination wasn’t even missed.


It takes the sting away from winter’s deprivation of light when you realize that the long hours of darkness are accompanied by moments of yellow glowing out of nowhere, suddenly making an appearance, draping its arms around you like a friend who dropped by just to say hello.

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