MORNING TWILIGHT

Our house, besides being encircled by several French windows, stands in a place where the sun rises almost every morning, no matter what the season. and with it the morning reds. Although the house has a yellow facade, it has earned the name from its neighbors “the red house”.

One morning when I went to walk Missandei early with my grandson in my arms, I was more aware of the splendor than ever, maybe I was looking through my eyes of little Samuel