I was thinking of Ernest Hemingway's A Clean Well-Lighted Place today. It's been an oddly frenetic day--full of so much to do, think and be. There hasn't been more than a moment to stand still. Of course, it's a Monday (that means a lot, I guess), but all the work of the world seems to pile up some days more than others.
Sometimes, it seems that what we need most of all is a clean, dry, well-lighted place. There's something about being in such a place that staves off the lonely moments and makes it possible (maybe) even to dream again. I remember when my son was first diagnosed with cancer two years ago. I found a place like that. The day had been gray and it felt so dark and dank. I sat there, and recollected the story and the discussion we'd had in the literature class in which I first read the story.
In the story the older waiter says: "You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now there are shadows of the leaves."
On this night, may you be surrounded by shadows and just the perfect amount of light--to chase away the demons of the day. Perhaps you'll even have a good book as comfort.