Light passed light

When I awoke this morning everything had been cleaned by the rain. The colours had returned and I found I was clinging to an ugly little totem of the night before. I threw it at the wall and it shattered in a cloud of dust. I drew aside the curtain and let a new sun flood my room. Light passed light and the things in my room stretched on their toes and looked around like a clutter of cats — alive. I walked through the day picking up windfalls from ripe, silent trees.