sunless

since i tidied and restructured and got a laptop, i get to start the day's work looking south towards the morning sun (and the quiet gardens and backlots of the apartment blocks between me and clapton police station)

the sun, when it's out - as it has been most early mornings this gorgeous october -- falls on my bed (=loftbed) and my desk underneath it, where i'm now sitting... but there's a particular spell when it moves behind the tall chimney of the building immediately (well, slightly diagonally) opposite, and i'm in shadow for quarter of an hour, even if it's quite bright, as it is at the moment

it's an odd, restful pause -- i like living alone, mostly, it suits my temperament, but there's a couple of views and sensibilities my flat throws up that i'd love to be ones that i could share with everyone; except they're so locality-specific -- they only have affect in solitude, basically (two people can't sit at this desk) -- that this is probably never going to happen the way i like to imagine it