I’m facing east as the sun is setting. The brown brickwork is warm in the late afternoon sun, but as the minutes pass, it becomes brighter and warmer. Finally it dims; the sun must have set. The sky darkens too, from blue to navy and eventually to black.
The lights remain on in each small window. I don’t see many people, my awareness is simply of many, many windows shining brightly against the darkness of the night.