I got one great window.
It’s stained
in a good way
and it faces the right way
so it soaks in the early sun.
That means there’s also times
when it’s in the shade,
but that’s okay – I know it’s still there
and the sun usually comes round again.
Some days it’s lower than others.
Some days stronger than the day before.
And that reminds me
of the endless shades of colour,
of the finest degrees of light
and of the need to keep turning,
even in the shade,
while the beauty is still there,
waiting.