# The Shower of Wet Light

As always, I offer you a remedy for the heart, asking nothing in return.

Go wandering near the mountains on a rainy day sometime. Imagine this: when the fierce heat of noon begins to soften and fade, and a gentle drizzle starts to fall—let it continue until that blessed moment just before dusk arrives. Then, when the sun sets, you'll stand amazed to witness the western sky performing a strange and wondrous geometry of red, gold, and orange! Along the edges of the clouds, colors scatter in exquisite profusion, only to dissolve and spread across the entire sky in an instant! That cascade of light mingles with the green earth, transforming its shape and hue and essence moment by moment! The slopes of the mountains catch the wet light as it flows, and its source seems to come from somewhere beyond this world itself.

In that very hour, you'll feel it all around you—the piercing silence, a silence that shouts so loud it will drive you to madness, will set your soul free to wander far, farther still, toward that horizon where everything dissolves slowly into distance. This damp resonance of quietude will carve itself into your heart and linger there for months to come.

And here is the most beautiful thing that will happen: all those questions you've been chasing answers for over countless days, all that yearning for peace you've wept through in the long watches of the night—they will arrive, one by one, and stand at the edge of your vision, settle onto the verandas of your mind.

A twilight spent in the way your heart desires can fill your body and soul with endless peace.

But tell me—have you known such stillness by the sea as well? Does anyone have such experience to share?