Magic happens here.
I open my eyes to light dancing along this windowsill gallery of tiny vintage bottles and insulators. None of them expensive, gathered for their colors, shapes, and textures, tiny insignificant pieces of glass - none worth much of anything on their own. But amassed? Yes, magic.
Soon enough, autumn's glorious light will alter this snapshot in time. Richly colored golden yellow leaves will form a new background. Until then, I'll savor this late summer light.
As I stir myself into wakefulness, I watch the light make its way across the bedroom, from windowsill to wall to closet. By now, I know its pattern well, and I enjoy watching the shadows form and then disappear.
A tiny daily miracle of light and shadow...who could ask for more?