“The eastern light our spires touch at morning,
The light that slants upon our western doors at evening,
The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight,
Moon light and star light, owl and moth light,
Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade.
O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!”
T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot (1888-1965), U.S.-born—British poet, critic. "Choruses from 'The Rock'...."
TIME: 3:12 PM
PLACE: The living room
SUBJECT: Light & shadow on secretary hutch
I generally do not care for winter – the shorter periods of daylight contribute to this dislike quite a bit. However, I do appreciate the late afternoon sun streaming through my windows and the warmth it spreads into the front of my home. Shadows seem longer and the light seems more ethereal during January afternoons. It whispers of the promise of longer days to come.