One of the things I like about the period between the winter
and summer solstices is watching how different bits of my living room are lit
by the afternoon and evening sun. The window in that room faces west, so in
December it only gets a bit of weak sunlight high up in the north
west corner at about 3pm.
Now, the south wall is being bathed in golden light at 8.30. Between June and
December, of course, I have to watch the process working backwards.
* * *
I knew somebody once who found an old sundial in the garden
of an abandoned Victorian house.
‘Look at this,’ she exclaimed. ‘It’s that old, and it still works!’
No comments:
Post a Comment