Reflection

This morning, as I shambled into the kitchen, I happened to glance out the window to find this:

What’s making that reflection? I thought. Glancing around the house I found nothing that could explain it. The windows facing the wall of arborvitae are flat, no decorative design etched in. The light fixtures behind those windows have no symmetrical design and the front door windows are also plain, flat, panels.

Was it the banister? No.

The bowl of fruit? No.

I wandered the house like a lost waif, continuing to look out the window, determined to catch the moment my body would interrupt the blazing pattern on the plants outside. I never found the source, but I did find that if you wander aimlessly around your home for fifteen minutes, you will be late for work.