On my nightstand:
We sat at the table
in silence for awhile.
A beam of light from the window
fell across the table,
and I watched
little particles of dust
float around in it.
They looked so bright and detailed.
Like some kind of kinetic art.
Beyond that I saw the lemon halves
still lying on the counter.
Not yet squeezed.
—Katherine Ryan Hyde, Chasing Windmills
On my easel:
To Know This Now for the Jewel It Is
4.5 x 6" two-page sketchbook spread; acrylic, ink, and oil pastel