Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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.
The sun is lower now. When it curls around it will touch the north wall and whatever stands before it.
Against the sun is a stainless steel espresso pot. On the wall behind it, their drawing: a grain silo, a cool Prairie morn.