Looking down to see heaven
Some mornings, when I ride my bike, the world is still very dark. I have to pick my way
carefully along streets and paths guided only by ambient light from infrequent streetlights
or occasional security lights. When I get to one of my favorite destinations, however, the
heavens open up with radiance from the moon reflected in the waters of Lake Michigan.
In fact, my world becomes illuminated at least as much from the shimmering surfaces
below as it is from the pinpoints above. I need to look down in order to get a shiver from
the brilliance of celestial glory.