Relative Something

This morning when we emerged from the woods on our walk toward the barn to feed the horses, the rays of the emerging sunlight were blurred by a hazy fogginess. Back in the house, while we were enjoying toasted slices of fresh bakery bread topped with homemade blackcap jam, the angle of the bright sunlight was getting high enough to shine through the windows on our roof.

From up in our loft, I noticed how the light was washing over the spotlights above the fireplace, creating an interesting reversal of purpose. The spotlights were in the spotlight.

It caused me to turn around to see what was happening with the other skylight.

The shape of the window was pretty well defined.

Seeing that sunlight serves to beckon my presence outdoors posthaste. I will not ignore the invitation.

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