Today, the light smoulders across the sky, leaving clothes saturated in an incandescent soot and the skin's scent encrusted in a salin...

Today, the light bleaches edges causing outlines to bleed, and what is considered 'inside' to inverse.

Today, the light is a shadow puppet show behind a veil of silk.

Today, the light is the foliage on make-believe trees.

Today, the light makes us see red.

Today, the light is a mimic.

Today, the light is a cluster of moments incomprehensibly far away.

Today, the light is a straight line.

Today, the light highlighted dust cascades in bright shafts across the perturbed air. This microspeckle choreography twinkled as tiny glow...

Today, the light is a fragmented journey cloaked in technicolour.

Today, the light is a subcutaneous air pocket, dislodged and gyrating through murky liquid to an oil-slicked surface.

Today, the light knows exactly whence it comes from, and whither it is going.

Today, the light passes through; tiny pin pricks of connection.

Today, the light is a continuation of the earth and the sky; an amorphous felt blanketing the nothing of a middle ground. An horizon exten...

Today, the light hides behind a veil of nostalgia.

Today, the light is of no importance (unless it's the radiance within the heart we speak of).

Today, the light is exquisitely poised; perpendicular rage and golden arcs.

Today, the light is fallen Magnolia buds broken by the blue of egg shells.

Today, the light is no more than the moon's shadow.

Today, the light - fractured and ruthless - slashes the seams and loosens the fabric of spring.