This evening the sun reaches deep into my room, reflected by the windows on the other side of the square. It brings with it that slow, content sunday pace. For a little while sunlight falls in over the multitude of plants and palms, making them look like a makeshift jungle. Sunlight falls over the table, covers my hand (like a hand) and travels up my chest, but stops and leaves half of my face in shadow. I sit still, as if I don’t dare to move. Everything seems magical and glowing, even I. Just for a little while.