I woke up early. From my bed I saw that the sky was clear. The sun was about to rise above the horizon. I got up, tiptoed down the staircase and through the windows separating the living room from the veranda, I saw the colours of the sky veering from orange to grey to light blue. We still have those old-fashioned glass panes made opaque through entangled floral ornaments. I love that Art Déco glass, it matches my occasional melancholy. Yesterday morning it beautifully refracted the light from the rising sun. A magic moment.