Playful Light

Maybe light does not need strummed or banged to bring music into existence.

Maybe the play of light and shadow is music enough.

Like the dance of gravity. Of suns and planets. Of fathers entertaining babies. Of distance stretching over the curve of the earth. Clouds turning shape in the sky.

But then fingers arent light they are atoms joined in cooperation, a collection of things that make.

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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