A Northerly Light
I don’t know what first caught my eye. Maybe a glint from a mirror, a light flicked on in the growing dusk? Whatever it was, it sparked something that’s been at turns amusing, thrilling and sordid. And not just for me. We’d recently rehabbed our attic space: paneled, wired and insulated it and generally made it a pleasant office for me. We also added a window in one gable end to let in the soft northerly light. That’s where I set up my desk. Our older neighborhood had grown organically, with...