Stormy evenings in the mid-west. The days in between cast a familiar soft light, reminding me of the coast - The air, humid. The sun, lurking beyond white clouds - dividing all things in two. Meanwhile I revisit old memories, old experiences, and the old accidents, disappointments, and flaws from which I have learned to move forward. As the day nears end, it is in these unforeseen events of gain and loss that the last glint of light is reflected.