First it was the jumping bubbles in Jon’s ginger ale, then the steam from his tea. The light coming in the living room window lit them both up with an intensity that I couldn’t ignore.
I watched the ghosts of heat dance around and up from Jon’s cup, mesmerized till I thought to take a video.
This time of year, when the sun is lower in the sky, it comes in the living room window like a bright beam of light in the afternoon.
