" And the light," Aiden said, stretching out his hand. "Look. It's perfect. Right now, especially, when the sun's low like this."
I'd never really looked at light before. But now, as I watched a few insects swoop lazily through the air, I realized that Aiden was exactly right. There was a clear, amber sort of hue to it, like looking at honey through the bottom of a glass. "I can tell you're an artist," I said.
Aiden looked at me. "How so?"
"The light and everything. You noticing it like that. Regular people don't notice the way light looks."
Aiden stared back out at the field. "You gotta pay attention," he said softly. "To all of it. Otherwise, you might miss something. Anything can change your life. You never know. You just have to be patient. And watch. "

― Cecilia Galante , The Sweetness of Salt