After school, I can usually find the animals napping on the rug by the back door, and I'll admit that even at 33 years old I love to lay down on the floor next to them and enjoy the warmth like a little kid. I find myself making up reasons to be in the back of the house, when previously I'd been happy to occupy other rooms. Even if I'm not in the light, I just want to be by it.
This time of year makes me think of applying to MFA programs. It was early spring of 2011 when I sat on the floor in my bedroom and nervously took calls from program directors who had reviewed my applications. Sat on my bedroom floor in the sun and tried to be my best, most interesting self so I'd get in.
Life opened up for me with those calls. One in particular. The sunbeam makes me think about that. Also, it's warm.