Sunlight is filtering in. The floorboards are broken and the counters deaf with dust, but somehow, these weak rays are highlighting the rose, the silver, the gold in every loose splinter and wandering mote.
In this sunlight, it even looks like stars have settled into the living room where no one else will walk and certainly no one will eat.
This is acceptable.
There are beautiful galaxies to breathe and a precious serenity in the golden silence.
Sometimes, even if no one else will help, you have to break apart to let in the light.