Shadow and light

Last night we sat zazen during a wild thunderstorm. It was early evening and still light; the clouds came and went furiously illuminating the room with lightning and then darkening it. The wind blew the trees outside and rain pelted down on the roof. Inside all was quiet and serene. Dark and mysterious. We disappeared into the shadow and depth of twilight.

My favorite time to sit zazen when it's so dark you disapear.

Evening twilight, my favorite time to sit zazen.