Shouldn't…but Do

It shone right in my eyes.

A brilliant headlight from beneath the surface of the water.  Fiery, burning brightly enough I had to look away.  Dazzling the mind, Tir na nOg, the Celtic land of eternal delight shimmering under the waters of the western ocean, beckoning, demanding…

And the earth moved, and it was gone.

Light, spilling through the trees, refracted through the lake at  the castle of the Lady of Note.

Headlight.  Our heliocentric world relies on, cultivates consciousness, stellar brilliance.  Solar light during this season weakens.  The sun did not command attention on its way to ground.  It was only bent light, filtered through the watery medium that demanded attention.

Perhaps sometimes the things we should know cannot  be directly intuited, even seen.   The information, though brilliant, is beyond our senses.  But gathered and focused, by and under the waves,  is given unmissable focus, startling clarity.

But only to those who notice.