Warmth coming in through the north facing windows, catching the sun's rays as it sits low in the sky, warming my feet and legs as I sit and read, until I've finished the book, not needing to wait until evening when I'm tired. A pot of tea on the table (bush tea, reminding me of the wonderful No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series), time to drink a pot of tea if I want to.
What was I reading? That's almost beside the point today, but just for the record, Alex Miller's Prochownik's Dream, about an artist trying to identify himself in his art and in terms of his relationships with family and personal and professional friends.