Flying, swooping, listening to Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah sung by Jeff Buckley while riding in the forest.
The sunlight shining through the trees was stunning. Through the camera lens, the light took on an almost solid quality.
Light as entity.
Just as I was coming to this place I was here in the song:
. . . your faith was strong/but you needed proof/you saw her bathing on the roof/her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya/she tied you to a kitchen chair/she broke your throne and she cut your hair/and from your lips she drew the halellujah . . .
I stopped to listen – and that’s when I saw the light.