The kitchen is steeped in the cool of Spring. Light from the east throws an angled shadow from the adjacent roof across the window blind, tells my subconscious mind it is still morning. Birds sing out in the garden, the way I want to sing out at the sight of the prodigal sun.
Later, if the clouds stay away, the shadow will disappear and the kitchen bathe in warm light – only now, this month, with the sun still low in the sky. By midsummer, it will be too high and the room basking in a lazy shade.
But it is mornings like this I love, before the light is turned and the day decided; cool and calm and everything still within grasp.Featured Image: Pale Green Gray Birds (via)