On cold mornings I catch the #15 bus to campus. (Overhead this morning: Young Man on cell phone: "Dude, are you up? Dude - are you up? This is not a trick question.") Across from the bus station is Knight Street, one of those little cul de sacs that run off Military Road. 8:30 or so on a bright January morning, the light slants sharp and silver against the upper clapboard siding on the row housing, so strong it almost bleeds out the colour, spot-focused, molten. Like a painting by Laurie Leehane, maybe.

(Image: artists.robertgenn.com.)