I hung a soft pinkish sheer with a leaf pattern scattered across it, across the sliding door that faces the sunrise. Such a soft sunrise, today--usually, sharp bright sunlight stabbing through the bare trees and across the dining table. It cut across where I sometimes sit with the laptop, illuminating every crumb and cat-hair... And the front window also has sheers up since the other night, softening the view of the street and of Pike's Peak, while it helps hold in the warmth. It's wonderful how... Sign in to see full entry.