Sunday morning
On Sunday morning, the sun invites itself at home.
Like, almost every day, but the other days I’m not home …
The light that sneaks up on the floor, walls or furniture moves me. Stubborn and volatile, subtle and fleeting. Magnificent! But playfull and shrewd she plays in a slow and inexorable movement, challenging and chasing the shades. She is so confident! Yet the shadows, its old accomplice has fun too and never get caught … They love each other, united, from morning till night they laugh and play at us. With majesty.
Madam light, I wish you a very good day …