the memory of light

 I woke up this morning and kept my eyes shut, hoping to go back to sleep. I lay there in the darkness of my closed eyelids for a while. And then I briefly, very briefly, opened my eyes for a few seconds. When I closed them again, I still saw the light I had seen with them open. I guess the light was in my brain, rather than my eyes. I'm not sure how long the memory of light lasted, because before long, I slid back into sleep. 

Blogging here in Block Island is so arduous, on account of the piss-poor internet, that I can't bear it. I will resume on a regular basis when I am back in New York in ten days or so.  Meanwhile, hold onto the memory.