The sun is shining bright through our home office window as I begin typing this. There's a short but powerful time period in our house when, on a cloudless morning, the sun enters like a bullet through the half-circle opening above the drapes, and I almost have to duck for cover as I write. In those moments, the sun owns the room.It makes me uncomfortable. I'm not a sun worshiper. I like what the sun can do, how the sun can augment a scene. On a cold day that cries for warmth, I'll turn my face to it. Magic light near the end of any day brings my soul to its knees, no matter how many times I experience it. I pulled my phone out on the Arroyo Seco Parkway last night, recklessly risking life and limb of myself and everyone around me, just to snap the shot you see above of how the