When I was little, I celebrated the rays of the sun diffracting around clouds or through the branches of trees. The angelic light spread like a halo around the object, and I thought it proof that some higher power were real. This light from above had such a strange quality, one that wasn’t replicated daily or even weekly.
In college I learned of Snell’s law, of diffraction, angles, translucence, and wavelength. A miracle, somewhat holy, became a set of numbers and laws. The magic of cloud-halos was lost as the harsh loneliness of science and knowledge took its place. The faith that God was there with me, showing his presence with the shape of the light, was no more.
But that doesn’t mean the faith never mattered.
This was written for the 199th FFfAW Challenge! Thanks to Jody McKinney for her lovely, nostalgia-bringing picture.