Lifting certain objects out of the darkness. Out of the noise, into existence. I imagine my light sweeping through zig-zags. Dawn. Environment streams in, jostling. At first gentle, growing in power. Does it distract or inform? Do you let it? I need constant reminder that I have the power. To filter. So if I pay attention, what is the cost? The brighter my beam, the more it draws specific clarity. Surroundings fade from focus. Noise canceling headphones to another world. Eventually laughter when I sing (out of tune). But this listening is for me. What if I attend to others? For their clarity, not mine. Taking care with my beam. Offering presence. At a different pace. Directing for their benefit, not mine. That is what guiding is about. A conscious choice. Into the night we take what we need. Lessons from the light guide us. Images in the distance guide our path, into the valley beyond.