Watching Light Change
Jan. 6th, 2026 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo Lying on the bed, looking out the window, watching the light change.
We are on ground that is ever so slightly higher that the rest of town- and have an unobstructed view over the trees and houses to the Downs.
The sun comes up- no clouds to speak of- and everything in its path turns orange. I could say gold but that would be fancier and less accurate. A window about a mile away reflects the sun's light right at me. it is beyond orange, beyond colour. Directly above the shining window hangs the moon, now a few days past the full.
The shining window fades, the sunshine goes from orange to white. My eye is caught by a red spot on a street close to where the shining window was. I think it must be a traffic light but it doesn't change- so just a small, unidentified red thing......
All the while the birds- chiefly gulls and pigeons- criss cross the space between here and the hills
We are on ground that is ever so slightly higher that the rest of town- and have an unobstructed view over the trees and houses to the Downs.
The sun comes up- no clouds to speak of- and everything in its path turns orange. I could say gold but that would be fancier and less accurate. A window about a mile away reflects the sun's light right at me. it is beyond orange, beyond colour. Directly above the shining window hangs the moon, now a few days past the full.
The shining window fades, the sunshine goes from orange to white. My eye is caught by a red spot on a street close to where the shining window was. I think it must be a traffic light but it doesn't change- so just a small, unidentified red thing......
All the while the birds- chiefly gulls and pigeons- criss cross the space between here and the hills
