Shimmer2 days ago8Shadow of the Split PlaceShimmer, Alight We stood there, between the slow sway of the maple tree in the water.
I remember the shadow of the teacup by the window slowly tilting all afternoon.
When I moved to a low spot by the window, it made room for me too.
The low sunlight at the window is tracing even the cracks in the floor tiles. I've seen such light one afternoon too.
I passed the spot where a bird drank from the branch stretching beyond the window. That ripple still lingered.