dwelling in the light

i have forever been receptive to light and the reflection of it. it draws me like a moth to the flame. the sparkling allure of light makes me dream and disappear somewhere else into other places most people don't consider. there's a quiet comfort in the light. maybe it explains why we seek solace in front of a crackling fire, why we burn candles in remembrance of others, why christmas lights exude magic, peace, and child-like fantasy. 
then there are the lights past the obvious, the delicious bokeh of all things glittering and water like, less defined in shape and form, filling the negative space into something ethereal. that negative space? more places to dwell and to dream.