Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tonight I needed to find something stored under my sewing table. I crawled under the table and sat there while I was searching.
The table has a frosted glass panel in the center. I looked up at the now ethereal light from my lamp shining through. Something about the papers sitting on the top of the frosty glass combined with the light really struck me.
And it turns out that sitting underneath a table makes me feel like a kid playing hide and seek. Remember that nervous anticipation of being found? Hearing the footsteps coming close by and trying to hold your breathe and be as still as a kid can possibly be...