The white curtains have dyed of another color this afternoon, as if the window claimed me to go see through it. I go out of the house running only to see the last light of the day. Ephemeral light that trespasses the sight with every shade. Drawings upon a changing sky, warm and cold.

It is an April afternoon reminding me that the winter is over. This day is gone and these beautiful colors too. Everything ends, everything goes away.