I can't decide if it was during the earliest morning rays of sun or the waning light at dusk, but it was all pink and shimmery wiggles. All pink except the shadowy bowl-of-produce on the table, which turned green with envy at all that pink. Was it a butternut squash or avocado sliced-in-half and glowing in comparison to the rest of the dark, edible contents? Breakfast or dinner? Did we eat inside or was the weather fair enough to sit at the table outside. The table and chairs in the white light just outside the window. The table and chairs so high in the frame of this image, but that I remember looking down on. Was it many steps downward that led into the yard? Was I ever this tall?