The sunlight streaming in through the glass-paned window sets the living room aglow with a deep, blazing gold. The air is bespeckled with dust that barely drifts, just floats, it seems as if time has slowed. In the morning, when the moment is just right, the sun performs this fleeting spectacle.
It finds a way to capture time. It seizes those ticking seconds, melting them into a blur that seeps into forever—until it is suddenly gone. Those amber rays disappear just as quickly as they appeared. You wonder whether it ever began, but you know it will come again.
Corner of Words 