the rail and begin the gentle wind down to the first floor. i have to move slow in this dim light or i will panic and fall. you learn to do things different when you get as old as me. time is the only thing that moves faster. everything else slows down. as the staircase turns to face the living room, a soft yellow light travels around the corner, like a sunrise viewed while laying down. the bulb glows and finally appears beside the wall as i approach the tight end of the curve. i lift my other hand for balance against the wall here, half expecting to feel the 