What You see Depends on Where You Look

Sun streamed through the front window. For the first time in days, I turned off the lights. They weren’t necessary.

I walked through the house and out the back door. The garbage needed to go out. Stepped outside. Cloudy. Snowing.

Back inside, sun still poured through the front window.

I’m sure this is a living metaphor for something. I just don’t know what.

Meanwhile, I’ll take it as a reminder that what you see depends entirely on where you look.