I love to go out when the light is fading. I love it when we go to Burleson in the evening. There is a small old house that we pass, that seems to sag, and inside an amber light is always lit. The scalloped orange shade is always glowing and it gives me a sense I can't describe. I have a feeling the light has been lit in that way every evening for longer than I can imagine, and I feel such a deep curiosity about that sagging home and its inhabitants.
The closest I can get is to say that I want to be beyond time in that way someday.