Sunday, January 26, 2014

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 out, and because it is January, it is low in the sky, streaming through the window and lighting up the wall opposite.

This is what I find myself looking at as I lay in bed late on this cool blue morning: the shadows of my hands on the golden wall opposite.

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