Maria gave me her cold last week, and I took it in, and it’s a doozer, I’ve been swilling NyQuill and the remaining drops of my codeine cough syrup to stem the coughing, and was reduced to staying in bed this morning, or so I thought.

In my house, the clarion call that gets both of us scrambling – no matter what – is “look at the beautiful light outside.” At this, Maria, a visual artist, or me, a warrior for light, jump out of bed or abandon the shower. We don’t get dressed, put on warm clothing, or hesitate for any reason.

I hopped out of my, put on my blue bathrobe and pasture boots, grabbed my camera – I didn’t even know what lens was on it – and ran out to the pasture, pausing only to slip and fall on the ice. Maria was out there with her video camera, happy to take a picture of me, as well as the sun.

Sometimes I’ve been out there naked, but I think this might upset the kids on the school bus that come thundering by early in the morning. They don’t need that.

I kind of love the outfit, blue explorer’s hat, scarf, blue robe and boots. National Geographic, i hope you are paying attention.

Back to bed.