A blindingly bright and beautiful September morning. The sun is warm and the air a little cool. It's not summer anymore but it's not autumn yet either. A new day and a new school year. Shiny new shoes and empty book bags, waiting to be filled. The house is too quiet, too empty, but the sense of space and peace is welcome. I wander around the house, doing chores, imposing order on the mess, looking for the light.