Early morning sunlight casts a perfect silhouette of my lilac tree on the frosted glass of my kitchen door. Liquid yellow light runs in rivulets across the terracotta floor. Timing just perfect for my newly opened eyes to catch this beautiful moment. In minutes the Sun will be higher in the sky and that rare scene will be gone and no one else will witness the beauty that was in my kitchen this morning.
"If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads." – Anatole France