23 October 2018

3:51 pm light.

i am home in a way i have never been before (i am Home in a way i have never been before) and have taken to noticing how the light paints itself upon these old walls, season by season, hour by hour. today it was the slow show just before four in the afternoon that tripped my breath in my chest. last light moving like a honey drip through south-facing windows, shadows long and sharp and slanted, smell of pine oil and cold apples, this place resplendent in her one hundred thirtieth october.

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