Friday, June 02, 2006

Let There Be Light

Near where I live is a bridge. I usually walk underneath the bridge as a short-cut instead of having to walk all the way round. Two nights ago, I noticed the light had blown and it was quite dark at night. I thought to myself, "Let there be light." Nothing happened, or so it seemed.

Yesterday morning as I walked under the bridge I noticed a man changing the bulb.

That's one way of creating light.

Love appears in many ways.

Enocia