
Twilight Stopping each breath The shadows of her thought Reflected by the candlelight Helpless A stolen moment of self-truth Growing dense in her veins Hunting her soul Entrapped

I love the sunlight in my studio early mornings. Both my kitchen and the studio face east. It’s a blessing to have the sunshine in these rooms in the morning, because if I’m at home for sure I’ll be in one of them. Everything looks/feels better with natural light, including our mood.