Morning Light, March 17th

The sunlight glaring off the tabletop on the porch into the room is so bright I can’t see, I can’t think and of course I can’t possibly write with so much sun in my eyes. The sun coming in is so strong it not only casts shadows, it moves things, it causes fabrics to fold away from the light, it presses on the back wall of the room. There’s nothing in me right now to obstruct it, so I’m surprised to see myself among the shadows.