Sun Wash
Friday, February 6, 2009
Everything an accident. Beauty spills. Today, speaking with my son by phone—feeling the physical distance, fighting the ache of a stammered heart—I stood, and there, flooding in through the kitchen window was sun. A warm spot in a frigid house, and the color of hope.
I took the photograph.
Two minutes later, and the room was dusk.
5 comments:
there's something just really special about seeing the sun shift like this. It leaves me awed each time.
You are too good.
Keep catching (and then holding on to) the hope.
Oh, that's so gorgeous, the way the light folds there in the corner.
Oh, Beth. Gorgeous.
XO
Anna
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