Thursday, February 27, 2014

East Side, West Side

When I came into my dimmed kitchen in the late afternoon, I noticed that the apples were lit up, sitting in a pool of light that limited itself to just a slice of the cabinet top and wall. The light seemed almost iridescent and strange, because it wasn't coming from the sun directly--my kitchen faces east-- but from sun rays reflected on the westward-facing window of my backyard neighbor's and bouncing into this corner of my kitchen.

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