Glimmer and gleam

On a winter afternoon our hallway, never very bright, is the first part of the flat to darken. But, sometimes, some light finds its way in, falling through the glass above the door, gleaming on the door frames, glimmering on pictures.

And light appears elsewhere too, glinting through the tree at the end of the garden.

These flickers of light are pale and cool. I'm so glad to have seen them.