The sun through the trees
Casts an intricate shadow upon my laptop
As I write this you see.
It makes it hard to look at what's on the screen.
But as always
I make do.
Who am I to complain?
With this wonderful light behind me.
A cup of tea before me.
And an audience awaiting my performance.
On this great stage called life.
-MaggieG, Evil Goblin Overlady