I love the way long shadows fall into burnished light this time of year. Astronomers and other science-minded types will explain that it has to do with the sun’s declination, but such a clinical exposition doesn’t identify the magic. It doesn’t adequately define the protracted shadows cast in golden light that creep into the landscape in the weeks before the air pulls a chill into its grasp. It’s the glow of late summer that highlights the clean slate of a new school year. Can you see it here?
It’s that special light in August.
And it reminds me of the Faulkner book of the same name , which seems appropriate to note during this remarkable time in our history. In the novel, that golden light in August was a metaphor for a newborn child -- the "light" of the new generation that was not tainted by the prejudice, racism, and hatred of the past. As we go into the presidential election, let us marvel at our own light in August: for the first time we have a candidate who half a century ago would not have been allowed to sit at the front of a bus, much less at the helm of a political party; a candidate almost bested by a party rival who, a mere 88 years ago, would not have been allowed to vote much less run for office. I'm not talking about the politics. This isn’t about Left vs. Right. I'm talking about the progress. This is about Light vs. Darkness.
Here’s to a new generation lighting the way out of our limited and prejudiced past.