Light streams into the backyard and through the window. The soft kind of light that turns the emerald foliage light green, and makes the yellows pop, and shines through the red leaves giving them an orange sort-of glow. The kind of light that illuminates the dust particles swirling through the air, dancing like jellyfish in the sea. It’s the kind of light that warms the patch of your desk it touches and soothes the goosebumps on your skin. It makes you stop to say, ‘Wow, this world is beautiful.’ And if you were a normal person, a smile would spread across your face and you’d continue pouring coffee or washing dishes or typing away.
But I'm not a normal person.