We moved the glitter confetti to another tabletop as the new dining tablescape was too festive for some. We will reserve the table for feasting for now and resume with shaping sparkling hearts on another where markings have already been etched. Down here, when the sun dips nearly below the horizon, and before the long winter shadows soften under the twilight, the artist appreciates her atelier, as do her parents who wish to enjoy the longevity of the dining table. I will forever choose light, but as always shadows stir things up.