I’m thinking about light, and new ways to think about light. For example, light as seen through the eyes of tiny animals who live between blades of grass.
The light, gold and smooth, lay like a gold rind over the turf, the furze and yew bushes, the few wind-stunted trees. From the ridge, the light seemed to cover all the slope below, drowsy and still. But down in the grass itself, between the bushes, in that thick forest trodden by the beetle, the spider and the hunting shrew, the moving light was like a wind that danced among them to set them scurrying and weaving.
–Richard Adams, Watership Down.
Expect to see more passages from Watership Down. It’s one of my favorite books.