A Square of Light

Photo Credit: Henry & Co.

There’s a square of light that falls on the floor on sunny winter afternoons. It falls while the wind seeps through the cracks of this old house: through the hairline fractures between the floorboards, the slits between the door and the doorframe, the gaps between the fingers of the blinds. On sunny winter afternoons I lie in the square of light like a cat, let the sun sift down through my pores, down into my bones, down deep, where healing kindles.

This microblog is part of a current series called “Grace-glimpses.”