Tonight, out in the courtyard, as I sit here in the dark, reading, no light but the laptop screen, a window lights up. Someone home. I like it.
Important update: Shadows across the curtain in the lit-up window, flashing across the fabric. Shadows flashing? Why not. By night, all things inverted, reverted and made possible, light and shadows flash equally. I can't imagine the morning right now. I'm so awake.