Reflected light

At sunrise one morning, a tall vase of hydrangeas in a west-facing Victorian parlor caught shafts of light that brought out all the colors and threw entrancing shadows across a cherry-wood table.

Later that day, the top of a cypress in a planter facing east in a row of elegant brownstone houses that the sun had long since left, glowed gold—revealing what looked suspiciously like a smile.

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February 25, 2013
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