Conditional Reality

It was a good year for sun rays. We harvested sheaves of them and hung them in the shed to cure. We diligently monitored the shed’s humidity and kept fairies, who would steal anything, well away from the bounty. Before long we had a good assortment of light jerky. We gave away most of them to our neighbors to use on dark winter nights when building a fire was too much work. The rest we saved for ourselves. We broke off small pieces of them to use for night lights. Their concentrated illumination gave us a warm feeling of security.