that burns

In a dark room a funky and daring chandelier stands out like nobody's business. Suddenly the shape and color of the glass are so distracting that I have moments of confusion  as I try to stay involved in conversation with my dinner companion. My husband.

We talk about online writing and teaching strategies and self-reflection.

I see him.  I see his passion for these things.  I see his interest in his students.  I see him as that chandelier,  right there over his right shoulder.  He is light.

1 comment

Welcome to the Garden of Egan | November 6, 2013 at 10:15 AM

Love your reflections.
Crazy chandlier!