The light in January is primarily bright.
On the last day of January,
8am
Omar sat on the bookshelf, pillow beneath him, bathed in the morning light.
10.30am
With sun high above, still they will not ripen. (I am willing this tiny harvest to produce. Any tips?)
8.30pm
I spied a sign that does not pertain to me, by the elevator on the fifth floor of the Epworth,
Hello February. What do you have up your sleeve for me?
