A momentary meditation on glare, on slanting sun and how it blinds us not with darkness but with light. Too much of a good thing, then, or a good thing misdirected. Put this light behind us and we have tall shadows, a crisp sense of possibility.

Shine it in our face, though, and everything else fades away, the colors in the sky, the outlines of the buildings; even the stoplights hide their true colors. Ironic and telling, this inability to see what’s right in front of us. It’s easy to draw parallels.

Most of my walk is due east, but finally, at the end, I turn north. I’m relieved. It’s colder without the sun, but now I can see.