"There!" she exclaims. "That spot of light. We walk to it! Come on!"
To me, it's arbitrary, but to her, it's a promise, a motion. I swing my arms and sing, "Gung ho! To the light we go!" Looking back, she rolls her eyes at me, but I know she senses my sincerity.
"Quick, it's changing, the color's going!" I say. So what does she do? She spreads her arms, and flies me into the color.
photo by Cody Cobb.