There was a moment Friday afternoon when the cosmos aligned with my pantry.

Teetering on the edge of the equinox, the sun was setting perfectly due west. A broad shaft of light shot through the open back door, through the big family room and the open window between family room and kitchen, straight into the pantry.

This is good, as the pantry is not well lit. It was as if, for one shining moment, some ancient architect had conspired with the heavens to help me find canned peaches.

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