Orange

In the late fall afternoon, when the sun is sagging in the sky, the rays of light get heavy with orange. They fall across my bed in patterns created by the trees outside my window. Heavy light and a heavy blanket feel comforting to me when the world feels unbalanced. I just lay on my bed and think. Many thoughts come forward through my head, linger, then get worked out. Some times I have so many thoughts at once, that to capture them is all is like trying to catch a flock of geese. I lay there and think.

The real world, however, does not wait.