(Day 7) There is something of this afternoon light. The kind we get in late summer/early fall. When the leaves are turning, and the cast is yellow and warm.
I want to bottle this and remember it for wintertime, when the light is ‘like a dash of blue paint.’ (F. Scott Fitzgerald, totally out of context).
But for now, I will drink in this light, I will bask in it, I will appreciate it.