Our kitchen never gets full sun. In the morning the rays of dawn (as Homer would say, the rosy fingers of Dawn) reach out and take hold of the rain gutters and the window panes of the front of our house. In the evening a long light bathes the front door. But the poor kitchen seems condemned to a life of electric light fixtures and the shadow-light that stretches out behind our house. And yet, despite the fact it is always in shadow, there is a lovely late afternoon and evening light that takes hold of the kitchen, as if to beckon us away from the rushing bustle of the day and in the after-light of the settling sun to be a balm of quiet.
