heaven knows, I need light in my life too. I am bending under my weight, too far inside my own head. I force myself to smile, not just a turning up of my lips, but a full out, count my teeth all the way back to my molars, blinding donkey grin at the first person I see. It's a little old lady, out for a walk. She is using a shopping cart to help her walk, too proud for a walker, not ready to succumb. She is wearing a fake leopard print fur hat, a coat with matching trim, this walk is a big event in her day. And when I lay my big smile on her, she beams right back, and now I know what I will be taking pictures of next. I think I can.