My very favorite thing about our apartment is the light. We luckily have windows on both sides of the apartment--facing East and West. The morning sunshine gently grows, and then blazes through the house for a brief 20 minute window. But the afternoon light is the best. Warm and strong and golden--no matter what the season--it shines on our dining room table, playing shadow games with whatever happens to be sitting there. I love the summertime because when I get home from work the sun is just beginning to play its tricks. But in the winter I rarely get to see it. Yesterday, since I spent the afternoon at home, I watched it move across the table all afternoon as I read and worked and rested.
(Photos, mine from film.)