One wet February day, as I was walking along the bank of Bon Tempe Lake, I heard a “Hey!” in my inner space. It was odd, yet undeniable.
I looked over my right shoulder, and there she was, all a-glow. She was covered in moss and lichen. Moisture from the recent rain caught the late afternoon sun in a way that made her look like she was lit up from within. No wonder she shouted, “Hey! Look at me!”
A bit far-fetched? Perhaps.
I’m OK with that.