Light

I am usually at my studio on Friday afternoons, but yesterday's half day of school for Alexander found us all at home--uncharacteristically. The day was warm and brilliant, doubly so due to the spate of frigid temperatures we've been enduring as of late. (Our Pennsylvania skins are getting thin, oh so thin.)

I found myself buoyed by the tapestry of light shifting ever so slightly over the surfaces of our home--on the yellow chair, across the floor, over the plants. The shapes created by the sun seemed like gifts--REAL hope predicting Spring. I wandered about, seeking those shapes out--as many as I could find, ever so glad for the light.