Filtered Light

The early morning light prisms through the lace curtain. It spreads across the bed to create a new pattern on the quilt still smooth on the empty side. Outside the window, a bird perched in the jack pine loudly scolds an unseen intruder. The dew kissed air slips over the window sill and ruffles the curtain with a flip of its tail. Tucked head under the sheet where it is warm and the light filters through in soft white plains and hollows.

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