This morning I'm moving about my place, finishing coffee and packing things up for work, and I'm stopped still by the sun showing itself, suddenly, in a mirror.
"Good morning," the sun says. "What's your hurry?"
"I'm glad to see you too," I say.
Breakfast: milk, egg, watermelon and cherries. Coffee and catching up with the world. Some moments you wish you could hold onto just a little longer. But they're fleeting, like sunlight drifting across the table. And then it's time to go to work.