Whenever I hear the phrase trick of light, it is used derogatorily. It’s as if light got the best of someone and they are resentful. How could you be resentful of light?
On the bus, as on many days, there were a plethora of beautiful young women within my filed of vision. Despite this inducement to stay awake, my body took greater heed of the warm sun and convinced me to nod off.
Waking up when nodding off on the bus is fraught with danger. Did I drop something I was holding when I fell asleep? Did I miss my stop? Was I snoring loudly or drooling or both?
Today was bewildering for a different reason.
I came round, not even convinced I had really been asleep, and noticed a gorgeous redhead where before the nodding off, a stunning raven haired woman had been sitting. More confusingly, their outfits looked remarkably similar.
I blinked and her hair returned to the ebony colour it was before. A trick of light I unconvincingly thought before nodding off again. When I opened my weary eyes again, the red mane had returned.
A trick of light.
A few stops later, perhaps with a smile, perhaps with a smirk, definitely nothing with malice, she left the bus.
An amazing trick of light.
Hard to not call that a Perfect Moment.