Light streaming down from the sun hidden behind voluminous clouds, puffed and golden, apricot, rose and tangerine. Rays landing on random patches of earth and water, bursts of colour bright and intense. Motes of magical dust caught glittering and swirling with no apparent destination. Leaves turned translucent green, every vein, every curve and shape thrown into relief. Such is the magic of light. It is fleeting, ephemeral, soft then blinding, rainbows appear from drops of dew, prisms splitting the colours this way and that. Try and catch it if you can, don’t blink or move; hold your breath and watch the spectacle of light, different from moment to moment, never ending, for all to share.