Out here in Idaho I face my kitchen window, wrists in warm and sudsy water. Pastured horses lift their heads, alert, backs arched to joyous winds, electric with anticipation.
At dusk across these fields a row of lights winks on where town begins and fields leave off. It happens every night - A signal, greeting - reaching out through twilight space. A welcome. ''Look. We're doing this for you. We speak. You won't feel lonely.'' I love their promise.
A kind of light in me flows out. I know they feel it too. The horses race the wind from gate to corner. The distant lights draw near, and each in our own way, we rise into the night embraced in light out here in Idaho.