A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

The morning sun arrives on my west wall via a temporary metallic surface applied to the renovated north wall of the building across the street.

The walls of my room are white, but the colour the sun brings with it on this particular morning is transcendent, a cross between orange and gold.