Morning sun

When it's full-on summer, the sun pours directly into my kitchen window. But now, as we wheel closer and closer to the winter solstice, just around 8 a.m. its rays enter at an acute angle and light up the shelf where I keep my teapots. Hanging above that shelf is a framed lug label from the San Fernando Heights Lemon Assn. It's called "Morning Sun." The other day I took a picture of it when representation and reality coalesced.


P.S. No sun this morning; instead, we had an honest-to-god rainstorm. Supposed to do it again tomorrow, too.