Sun

Every day at twilight, when the sky isn't overcrowded with grey, the sun comes to visit my East Van space (which I share with my dear friend Angie). The room takes on hundreds of new hues. It soothes away the shakes of anxiety, the throbs of doubt, and the listlessness of fear. I continuously grasp for moments that comfort me with a sense of home and belonging. The sun light at the close of this day, bouncing around this gentle place, is grace to me.