All moved in. One by one, bits and bobs settle into their new home. All except for the yellow chair.
In a former life, the yellow chair was essential. It lived next to the sofa. I used to slide into it, ready to lose a few hours to a good book . Five pages later, my eyelids start dropping.
But in this new home, the yellow chair is yet to find a home. Positioned awkwardly. Not facing anything in particular. Except for capturing light so perfectly streaming through the skylight.
I can’t remember how long it was left there. Not in the way. Completely ignored.
Except for the moment when the sunlight hit it just so.
Taken on 7 January, 2023 in Phoenix, Arizona
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🪟 Probably Nothing is an every-so-often photo log where each issue features one small moment that was… well, probably nothing. Think morning light on a coffee maker, or the way a cloud decides to be dramatic on an otherwise unremarkable day.