The way a shaft of morning sun comes through the glass doors of the two way fireplace and lights up the plant on the living room table always amazes me.
Somehow it finds the plant and only the plant. Nothing else in the room is illuminated, just the green leaves all lit up and shining.
On these November mornings it happens just as I am having coffee in the red recliner, around 7:15 a.m. The timing, the light, the specific way just that one thing shines, is just striking.
It's a plastic Swedish ivy that I've had for decades. I packed it and moved it here. It fits perfectly into the white resin cylinder container that Hope made us a few years ago.
And it sits perfectly on the glass table in a ray of morning sun that lights it up like it's alive. Wow.