the sun filtered through cold hitting my windows without leaves interfering. it's strong and true and makes cleaning satisfying and frustrating. i love the smell of clean wood. and the bleachy scent of the kitchen floor. the dishwasher humming along with sarah harmer belting out from my lovely bose ipod dock that sits on the kitchen island. a little fire in the dining room stove. and a cat on a folded quilt soaking in the heat from the fire and the light from the sun. sleep comes easily on days like this. a busy morning of accomplishment followed by a lazy afternoon.