The sun streams in through the kitchen window in it’s pre-sunset blaze of yellow. After a long grey day the colour is a welcome source of comfort as night approaches. The sunlight is an amazing hue, tinting everything with its perfect golden glow. The red flowers glow gold. The herbs on the window sill glow gold. Hell, even the toaster is illuminated. As I watch the colours deepen, strengthen, leading inevitably to the fading and weakening which culminates in the sun sinking below the horizon (blissfully visable from our top floor apartment). I want to hold this moment forever. The moment where the mundane objects such as flowers, herbs and toaster are given an almost holy tint, glowing yellow in the early evening sun. The moment my humble kitchen is transformed into a crucible for the divine sunshine pouring in, blessing everything in it’s path. Don’t get me wrong, I am firmly agnostic. But with this liquid golden sunshine coating my everyday kitchen objects, I am reminded to see the spiritual in the every day. To feel the divine in these tiny moments, which pass so quickly we can easily miss them. And I relish the chance to slow down, see the sun, appreciate the colour, and breathe it in. Then comes dinner bath and bed. The spiritual in the every day.