I’m a chronic early riser. For the year since the upstairs renovation was completed this wall of what we know call the landing room (our former bedroom) is what I would find coming down our new stairs — or rather a fully darkened version of it.

But last week after suggesting to Susan we find a way to illuminate it, I then shuffled around some lamps, put this red-shaded one there on the phone table and in the days since have not only appreciated being able to see where I’m going a little better, but I’ve also admired the play of light and shadow and color that’s greeted me on my way down, enough so that with iPhone in hand I stopped and snapped the scene.