Afternoon sunlight catching the tree last week.

This reminds of a passage from David Abram’s book, The Spell of the Sensuous: Perception and Language in a More-Than-Human World, page 39.

…a magician spoke of a power or ‘presence’ lingering in the corner of his house, I learned to notice the ray of sunlight that was then pouring through a chink in the roof, illuminating a column of drifting dust, and to realize that that column of light was indeed a power, influencing the air currents by its warmth, and indeed influencing the whole mood of the room; although I had not consciously seen it before, it had already been structuring my experience.