An Overwhelming Brightness

I often stood, it now comes back to me, watching the light fade, experiencing the long drawn out withdrawal of the wood into darkness. But while then, the trees, their twisted limbs and fissured boles, became lost in shadow and night, now, my memory, as if in emulation of a photographic negative, reverses this process, and instead of being absorbed in darkness, in my mind's eye the silhouettes of the trees are gradually obscured by an overwhelming brightness.

Andrei Selyenin: Flashing Water, Silent Earth.