The light settled on the table in parallelograms and was divided by the window frame and the scaffolding outside as well as the pointy leaves from the flowers in the vase.
My dad was outside on the scaffolding outside the window so occasionally he would pass by and interrupt the light on the table, creating movement in the pattern.
The light also illuminated our old yellow curtains which reminded me of my old childhood house. where they used to hang on the upstairs window on the way to my bedroom.
