The view from my window

2024.5.23

Do you sometimes feel like something is happening at an unusual time?

It's 7:30 PM, yet the sun still paints my window in ribbons of clear light.

Sunshine frames the "cross" on my window, creating an illusion that the cross is sparkling. The hymn comes back to me: "Shine Jesus shine. Fill the land with..." For a moment, my window becomes the most sacred place in the world.

The speckles on the window, those dirt dusted through time and those raindrops dried and weathered, are revealed. The boringly bland window now has strands of pearls decorated on it.

My legs getting a bit stiff, I slightly adjust my position. Suddenly, the circle of hot dazzling sun appears in my vision, refracting the incandescent light into smaller rays of red, blue, green, yellow. I scream when the camera captures this.

I wonder what's it like in Shanghai right now.