I remember trying to decide how to grab the sunlight—whether, if it could be captured, it would be more like snowflakes or raindrops. Maybe it would feel like fire, and look like a reverse mist. Tangible. Warm. I’d decided it would be like drops of brilliant energy; small, energized matter that pooled like a liquid and emanated heat from its very core, but never burned. Warm light you could hold whenever you wished, that left you relaxed but full of energy. I’d told my uncle my idea once, thinking it would make him smile.
