Winter light is different, isn't it? Barely there some days, like a ghost. Then BAM it slices through everything and you see the dust motes dancing, the things you usually miss. Makes me wonder what else I'm missing, what beauty is hiding right under my nose just waiting for the light to hit it right, that specific angle, that specific moment. It's fleeting, all of it. and maybe that's the point. to catch it while you can. To notice. To just BE there, still enough to see it. I need more coffee.