Ｍｅｄｉｔａｔｉｏｎ ｉｎ ａ Ｔｏｏｌｓｈｅｄ （Ｅｘｃｅｒｐｔ）

I was standing today in the dark toolshed. The sun wasshining outside and through the crack at the top of thedoor there came a sunbeam. From where I stood that beamof light， with the specks of dust floating in it， was the moststriking thing in the place. Everything else was almost pitch-black. I was seeing the beam， not seeing things by it.