In my bedroom it’s usually a little dark. With windows only located at one of the four wall as it so happens to be, I get a lovely closeup view of the neighbours house. The only time when sunlight filters is, in the afternoon and even then the sunlight doesn’t penerate into the entire room.
Just a corner. Even a corner is enough.
A perfect place for a cup of tea. The window is open, the sunlight is warming, soft and the birds are singing. Even right now in the later afternoon sun (preevening really.) I can hear Tuis calling each other.
Even with the looming 5 hour car trip, christmas with relatives I don’t always get along with, the prospect of trying to sneeze out my internet organs brought on by hayfever, even the dreaded early morning wake up call. I can still honestly say that at this very moment I am at peace.
That is until the oven starts beeping reminding me that unless I hurry my arse up the cake is going to be burnt.
Tea, like cake, always makes everything better.