The Book of Light

A small collection of moments meant to close the day.

The Book of Light

These pages grew from quiet mornings,
seaside walks, and the kind of conversations that linger softly —
the ones that do not end, but drift into silence like light across linen.

There is no first page, no last.
Only the rhythm of returning:
a hand setting down a cup,
a tide drawing breath,
a thought finding rest in the warmth it leaves behind.

When you reach the end,
begin again.
Light has been waiting for you.

Start with The Beginning
Morning light across a wooden table beside a window; open notebook, pencil, and steaming tea.
The Beginning
 Delicate butterfly resting on handmade paper in soft afternoon light, pencil shavings nearby.
The Butterfly
 Shallow ripples at low tide reflecting pale sky like the strings of a lyre.
The Sea Lyre
 Two small figures walking along a coastal path under wide blue sky.
The Walk
 Two hands meeting gently at the edge of a table; tea and notebook nearby.
Tender Mercy
 A closed notebook with pencil atop in evening light, linen curtains glowing softly.
Continuity
 Tide washing over sand in a slow arc, footprints fading as water returns.
Reciprocity
 Calm meeting of sea and land; a thin edge of foam and long horizon.
The Shoreline
 Quiet portrait vignette of a window and chair, light on paper; the feeling of being seen.
Realness
 Afternoon light in a creative workspace: sketchbook, brushes, and chamomile tea.
The Studio
 Same desk at dusk: notebook closed, tea empty, linen curtains darkening.
Closing
 Bare handmade paper with a soft glow like the last light of day.
Epilogue