Canvas

The sun is almost set.  The only trace it leaves is a light dusting of pink on the purple clouds over the ocean, and one intense beam, that has chosen to spotlight a red-rock cliff in the distance.  I’ve feasted my eyes on these miles of sheer red spires and cliffs many times but not until now has this particular one been a resting point.  Now it is the star of the show, the rest of the cliffs have faded to grey and this cliff shines the most brilliant warm red it can muster.  And the crowd goes wild!  The crowd of one.  Man, it’s a good thing I am where I am, or else no one would have seen the show, so it wouldn’t have even happened because light is only light when there are eyes, otherwise it’s just endlessly vibrating energy.  So when the cliff bows as the curtains close he leans forward and says, “Thanks for bringing an empty canvas.”

But thanks to the moon, the sun continues to put on a show.  The waves on the water refract the light of the full moon into a million dancing lights, which-if you let go of your mind enough-will morph into images imprinted into your mind like an open exposure photo of someone drawing with 15 flashlights.  And these curvy images are replaced with new ones every second like start-stop animation.  

 And this is how the one light of the sun is reflected off the moon, transformed into a masterpiece film and returned to one light once again in my eyes.  My mind tucks it away long enough to record then floats away with the wind, leaving room for the next phenomenon in this wild life to use my mind as its canvas.