Sun reaching out deep down into the well of truth,
the heart of the house,
Door, windows, plants and the grey textured floor,
all enjoying warmth of the golden light,
pouring diagonally into the rectangular tall room,
where on a pine wood plane he draws,
witnessing the sight,
I sketch the moment.
Everything so raw and minimum yet beautiful,
blue sky smiles at the simplicity,
kitchen window with a tiny plant,
with an intimately scaled door opening into the court,
tall & narrow window along with the squarish one,
grab the golden breeze filling the house calmly,
the running city breath comes to peace,
with the stillness of the core.