Bedazzled and Bewildered

Why am I so often transfixed by light?
The way it filters through trees in the late afternoon.
The way it vibrates off the nervous skin of a lake.
The way it washes out everything at noon in the summer.
The way it flinches and twists at the top of a candlewick.
The way it plays across the ground under bare branches.
The way it bends around corners at night like neon.

Here is what I have learned so far:
outer light bedazzles; inner light bewilders.