We reached the end of a family lunch, sitting in the warmth of the sinking sun.
The moment crystallised as the light hit the vase of chrysanthemums on the table. I was drawn into the tangle of branches and delighted by the sunshine that managed to find its way through. The submerged stems seemed to head in one direction but surfaced unpredictably in another.
The water remained undisturbed by the confusion around it, reflecting the respite of the quiet moment on that busy day.