Blinded by the light. It’s an irritating reality that many places and events defy ...

... description... seem to demand silence, like a love affair you can never talk about. For a while after, you fumble for words, trying vainly to assemble a private narrative, an explanation, a comfortable way to frame where you’ve been and what’s happened. In the end, you’re just happy you were there...with your eyes open, and lived to see it.