It has been twenty years since we added on this room and I don’t remember ever seeing anything quite like this before. It was so brilliantly lit. I guess it had to be at just the right time of day at the right time of year. I ran for my camera but it had already faded greatly in the seconds it took me to get back and snap it. Still.

It was late in the almost-summer afternoon. The sun’s path crosses generally forward from the skylight, which is shaded by both a tree and in its manufacturing, and there is a half wall between it and this wall.

And yet somehow.

The rest of the time this is simply one plain eggshell-white expanse within a short windowless corridor. But the light refused to be contained and it came through to whatever space it could reach and when the time was right, waiting quietly to be seen.