These are the moments that literally make me catch my breath and hold very, very still--the small, accidental treasures caught in a ray of evening sun.

The way a dishtowel looks like a painting, or an onion Midas-touched. These are my last days in this house of such changeable, enchanting light and soft air.

The way the anemone will absorb the dying light....the way a simple act of noticing is a benediction to the day.

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