Alley Stairs
Climbing slowly, the steps leave slightly different temperatures on the pads of my feet. The upper part, where the sun reached first, is warm, and halfway up it's still night. The stairs are still asleep.
Climbing slowly, the steps leave slightly different temperatures on the pads of my feet. The upper part, where the sun reached first, is warm, and halfway up it's still night. The stairs are still asleep.
Early morning in the market alley, I watched the sunlight graze the greenhouse roof first, then come down to a pile of damp boxes on the ground. Between shade and light, there was an empty spot where no one stood yet.
A cat sat by the window where the sunlight reaches first, while my shadow still remained on the shady side. The difference was about a hand's span.