The Light.

A medium told me once that I had to be careful when it came to sun…not enough during the winter, and I would turn just as gloomy. It was such a small thing – and not the kind of thing you go to see a medium for – that I didn’t even pay much attention to it until a few years ago, when I started to feel the truth of it in my bones. I need the sun, I crave warmth, and a day like today can turn all of my dark and brooding tendencies on a dime.

Make no mistake: I have deep concerns about the environment and global warming, so in that regard, a 60 degree day in the middle of February feels like both a dick tease *and* an unwelcome unplanned pregnancy. But I’m also a practiced believer in living in the present and offering up gratitude for gifts when and where you find them, so. I spent a LOT of time on the stoop today, drinking coffee and reading books, or drinking wine and watching my niece dance and sing and play on the sidewalk. When the sun started to fall, I felt like the kid who would do anything to stretch out the light before they had to head home at dark… ten more minutes, and then ten more minutes after that.

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About Amber L.

Hi! I'm Amber. I've been telling stories with books and blogs since 2004. I also spent 10 years working as a behavior therapist, which I now put to proper use by publishing thought pieces and dissertations on '80s pop music and the defining TV shows of our current times ('The Bachelor', 'Vanderpump Rules', etc). I can also be credited with single-handedly ruining the city of Portland, OR just by moving here.

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