The late afternoon sun streams in strongly through my windows that face northwest at this time of year. I shut my Venetian blinds and then pull the curtains across. Otherwise, the light is just too strong. Although it has been ten years since I lived in the east, the western Pacific sun still surprises me with its brightness and heat.
In an hour or so, I’ll be able to open the windows again. In the meantime, this shadow of the blind against the curtain, with its suggestion of three dimensionality, intrigues me.