A mug of tea gone cold on the windowsill, a thin strip of late light lying across its surface as the sun sinks lower.

A square of late sun on the kitchen floor, moving a little toward the sink as the afternoon goes on. Look at it before it slides away.

A strip of late light across a kitchen table, the grain of the wood warm where the sun lands and cool at the edge. A single cup, still half full, going slowly still.