When the lights are off downstairs, the entry light provides just enough to see by, a clear beacon to where I am headed, to where the hubby is. In those odd moments when I turn off the lights and turn back--to top off my water, grab the camera, shut off the stove fan--I am struck by the quiet, the peace of the house. Here Abby is silhouetted against the light. Claiming the kitchen stools as her own, Jack having abandoned them to follow the hubby upstairs. Together, for a moment, we enjoy the calm.
Really beautiful!
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