Hm. Diffused Sunlight Days. I remember the day I coined that little phrase when I was in college. It was a beautiful morning - Poetry and Criticism Paper 2.
I could scoop out a large spoon of this morning, mix it in a large glass bowl, stir it with some honey-gold light and gossamer-ice breeze, sprinkle it all around, make it linger in the air and settle on my clothes and hair like snow in spring time.
Today, sweetheart, you’ve reminded me of something I’d forgotten.