The sun had dropped down below good. No golden light. No striking shadows. Nothing glinted off anything.

But I grabbed my camera nonetheless as I sought to up the day’s step count toward decent.

Any photographer understands that it’s about the light. All about the light. Seek it and the subject and composition will reveal themselves to you. They say.

Move along. Nothing to see here.

I tucked the camera against my hip and didn’t bother to remove the lens cap. It’s going to be about the steps tonight.

But then partway through, I felt a challenge tapping me on the shoulder. What if… I still saw something? In the bad light?

What if?