I live in a city center, packed of old buildings. My flat is embedded, trapped among a couple of different buildings.

It only has three windows. Two of them face a courtyard, the other one is this skylight, right above my bed.

It’s the first sample of the outside world I see in the morning.

Sometimes it’s just a colour: bright blue, dark blue, light grey, dark grey, orange, black.

Sometimes it has gradients of colours.

Sometimes there are clouds.

When it’s raining, it’s as if the drops are falling on your head.

This particular morning, at this angle, something different, wires, crossings, an antenna, a crane, a pigeon.

Speaking of how a different angle on well-know things can change perspective.