Keeping time

It's that part of the day when everything begins to slow, and the sun shows itself front-and-center in my living room window. Everyday I wait for it...wait.for.it...with a cup of tea, and I like to imagine it's closely akin to the whole Stonehenge set-up. How they must have pained themselves to align everything just so, so that the light would pour in just at the right time between stones.

When the sun reaches the far right of the window, I know it's time to start dinner.