Vertical Light

Prone, face up, on the foam roller I lay. Assessing trigger point soreness, tired from a chilled winter’s day. Past rising shadowed wall, as I veer forty-five to the right, beyond the row of three switches the eyes grasp slim, vertical light. A photo op presents, In almost black and blatant white, with clever shades of gray. Not fifty, but a few of routine rite. To the left I roll and find the floor, stretching for the electronic brick. ARead more