With the beginning of Autumn (not official till the 21st, I know, but feel the air), I always begin seeing things in terms of qualities of light. It's what makes this my favorite time of year, actually - the way the sun does exactly what Leonard Cohen wanted it to and pours down like honey, thick and gold. You should almost be able to step out onto it. One of my favorite places to relish in golden fall sunbeams over the years has been the seawall just by Prospect Point. There's something about the way the light reflects off the sea and filters through the trees there that makes it one of the most beautiful moments possible, if you manage to capture one.

The sad thing is, and it only hit me this morning, that those specific moments are no more. Prospect Point was nearly leveled during the wind storms last year, and now I hear there is talk about just paving certain parts of it (more parking) since the foundational damage was so extensive. When it comes to beauty, I suppose everything, no matter how permanent it may seem - rocks or trees - fades away eventually. I shall have to seek my sunbeams elsewhere.

One last thing: speaking of the colour of light, at this moment I can't help thinking of the room my English 12 class occupies. The fluorescent lights are orange like streetlights. It should be illegal. I wonder if I can justify some indoor volleyball to speed the necessity for new lights...