The electricity hasn’t gone out. There is something absolutely magical about reading by the light of an oil lamp.
When days grow dark at five o’clock, artificial light given off by electric bulbs seems harsh to my eyes. It’s too bright; too unnatural, perhaps.
Tonight I’m enjoying the illumination and warmth given off by my Mamaw’s green glass lamp.
I wonder how our sleep cycles would be affected if our homes weren’t kept as bright as daytime when night begins to fall?
Now, back to my reading. Goodnight, friends.