Saving daylight.
Congress (apparently) believes that we can save daylight. Maybe we should call it daylight redistribution. Or day down-size. Or, go-to-work-in-the-dark-but-come-home-in-the-light.
I admit I like sunshine at the end of the day. I can go straight from work to the beach.
Light is a curious thing... Sometimes beautiful, sometimes harsh, usually useful, occasionally awful (especially when it shines on dark corners of tormented lives). Colored light is festive, low light is calming, bright light is Broadway, flashlight is survival...
Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation, using precise incising, can remove or restore or create or destroy or cook or... many other things. The laser light changes what it touches, whether it's cancer, or cornea, or CD. Laser light has to be carefully controlled by someone who understands it's capabilities. In the wrong hands, it can be powerfully destructive. In the right hands, it can be potently wondrous.
There's other light I'd like to save - the light in a child's face when she gets something delightful, the radiant light of a bride and groom, the glowing light in my grandmother's eyes when she was proud of me... Even photographs can't save that light - I store that in my mind's eye. So in times of personal darkness, I have my own lighted path to the light. And when that fails, I rely on other Light. Let it so shine...
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