A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

There is more gold in today's sun than in yesterday's. Not the golden sun of autumn but a gold that feels younger, almost unrefined, though I know that can't be true.

Gold is gold. An element, irreducible. You can add to it, and therefore subtract from it its purity. But gold is gold.

So what's in today's sun?

Straw, honey, pineapple, morning.