Stair Moments

I love the idea of a window on a staircase, a place to pause on the up or the down, a place to stand with armfuls of washing or ironing and have a moment away from the house and to take in the world outside.   Last night I paused at the top of the stairs and looked across the valley towards New Radnor.  The evening was cloudy and sultry, threatening rain, but I caught a moment when the sun came out strongly and the hedge-trees and tall bushes on the field boundaries sent long shadows across the field; a moment and it was gone.