If you want to make cinnamon rolls, you have to pay attention to the sun.
Mornings are okay if you live in the North and it’s late July and you like to listen to Jane’s Addiction at 7am. That’s usually enough light to make shit happen. It’s warm enough at your kitchen window for the ingredients to do what they need to do.
Me? I like late afternoons in March. I like Billie Holiday. I like to put my dough in stainless steel and wrap it with a little olive oil and keep checking on it every so often. Not because I’m worried. I check because it’s miraculous to watch something rise from nothing. I check because the light by the window makes my skin expand.
I check because that’s where the radio is—it’s where the music comes from.