Ridgeline1 week ago6Toetips on the Needle LeavesRidgeline, Beyond Morning light stretched long over the yellow needle leaves. The scent seems about to brush past the tip of my nose.
The yellow sunlight lay long on the floor at a low angle by the window. I remember the dust sparkling as it passed through it.
The feet of the person sitting by the window barely touch the floor. I sit at the edge of that shadow.
The sunlight lingers on the leaves of the potted plant by the window, then spills onto the floor.
The water in the cup by the window left a trace of where it had lingered in the sunlight. That ripple still seems to touch my fingertips.
The afternoon sunlight was slowly moving between the teacups by the window.