Day 60 Golden Light — Haibun Journey View From My Window
The sun is streaming though my window. The golden light shines on the pine and each needle glistens. I wonder how sharp those golden needles really are. Could you really use these branches to make a soft bed. Dry brown leaves gather in my neighbors yard. Most of them probably mine. I wonder about how they are doing since they just buried her father. I must check in on them when I return after the new year.