It’s the light, isn’t it, that keeps us going. The aha light when you figure out how to scratch the
itch with the corner of a napkin and not touch your face even a teeny-weeny bit with your fingers.
It’s the your-not-alone light when you realize you can bear washing your red and chapped hands
for the umpteenth time because millions of others are soaping up too. It’s that I-may-not-get-another-chance light when you spontaneously erupt with enthusiasm and say to the porters, the handymen, the doormen and the super, “I love you, stay safe” and really mean it. It’s the grateful light looking back on your life and all the loved ones and friends and family. It’s the awesome Light when you can still inhale…and yes, even exhale. It’s the bright fierce light that you pray to shine for the health professionals and essential workers to keep them healthy and give them strength. It’s the blessed lightness of being one feels when we have come face to face with darkness.