Sunbeams

There's a big window in Gran's kitchen and when it's sunny I like to sit and watch the sunbeams shine through, reflecting off the white cupboards and casting patterns on the floor.

"Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared."
(Jane Porter)