11/18/24

It is pure dark outside when I open the curtains but our new neighbor tends to leave the porch light on. Glittery shards of rainbow refract in the prismatic frosting on our bathroom window.

When the sun rises, it is lost behind clouds. I often feel a low sky like a fist around my heart. Today, I try to appreciate the softened textures—to see what is still bright when all else is gray.