Still no Interwebs service at home. Everything is done by coffee shop or stolen signal.
Thought I'd do a OneWord. One word, and 60 seconds to writer. That word? Sunlight.
Sunlight pervades this place. The kind of lemony-yellow light that makes you squint, sneeze, just by looking at it. It envelopes you, like a blanket, warm on exposed flesh that turns to heat when out too long. Sunlight like the skin of a golden delicious apple, fragrant, vibrant. The final strong rays of fall, before another winter sets in, turning skin to alabaster, gooseflesh.