A Choreography of Sunshine

Sunday, November 02, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Happy Fall back the clock. O/

It's 'Maybe I'll go back to sleep for a couple of hours early o'clock' here.

If you're wondering the time...

Now you know.

Hope all's well.

On with our show...

Or have some breakfast, call it a couple more hours for working time, and keep going.

So here we are a bowl of cereal and you.

How'd you do?

Found Wonderfell again so things must be all right in so many ways.

Glad you're here.

Almost sunrise.

And at a respectable time.

So many think Daylight Saving Time is just an hour more or less of sleep, but it's so much more.

Sunlight and shadows matter so much.

Ask a tree or an Artist. They know the value of the location of the light.

A conversation with friends at night under bright neons is a different conversation in candlelight.

Clouds set the human stage in unspoken ways.

We have the weather and the quality of light in common. Always.

Each shadow out your window was an hour sooner yesterday.

Shadows are an interesting event. We don't consider them enough.

A shadow is what is actually here. Everything we call reality is really just a consequence of the light.

Speaking of light, that brings us to color.

Color is an expression of the light.

But we'll talk more on that in Colore.

A soft pastel sunrise this morning.

The sky's a murky serene shade of blue, of grey, of patches of white. Most of the foliage is amber, gold, and red; it crunches under every foot.

Some chimneys smoke, some oaks still have most their leaves.

Time measures seasons and men, weather and women.

Time is the measure of the consequences of light.

So I write the sunrise, keep a report.

Everything is light in a particular dance.

Even you are a choreography of sunshine, Sunshine.

Take care, enjoy the light, and make wonderful this wonderful day.