Right now, the sun is rising. I can't see it because I'm facing to the west. I could turn around. The shutters are already open. But it's winter here and the trees are thin. I can watch the sunrise reflected in the neighbor's front window. It's a single orange smear, a pane of glowing glass in a cottage I'd never even noticed; everything fades. Faster than you think, everything changes. Now the sun is a streak across my wall. It's a red cabinet, a row of kokeshi dolls, suddenly illuminated.
Dear Emily, I can see that sun rising and shining across a wider and wider area of the cottage beyond your window and the wall behind you. A lovely description.
ReplyDeleteI've been away from reading and commenting on blogs for about six weeks. I've missed your stories about your two daughters and about the loneliness you sometimes feel. If you have any postings from the last six weeks that you'd especially like me to read, please e-mail me or leave their URLs in a comment on my blog. Peace.
I don't think you've missed anything here, but I'm glad you're back!
Deleteit happens every day, doesn't it, the sunrise. but to see it from a different perspective -- startling. and then a minute passes and the world looks different again. and tomorrow, again. (love this, i think you know)
ReplyDeleteYou paint a beautiful picture of the sunrise. And it's so true that everything changes.
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