The bright winter sun shines through the window. The ground still covered in white snow. The smell of a roast in the slow cooker drifts from the kitchen into my office. The aroma of a winter Friday afternoon. Soon, we will turn it all off and retreat into our own little world. There is a magic to Friday afternoon in the winter.
The sun is peering through the glass, shadows dance over the rust herringbone sport coat, the cold blue of the OCBD and the warm pattern of the fair isle knit tie. The place of tension and contradiction. As is aesthetics, is nature and life.