For so long I seated myself in one delicately illuminated room. Rays from heaven kept bouncing on and tapering between flawlessly pale walls, till all eventually lost their majestic imposition, and in formalities most tender and fragile, altogether weaved the fabric of that very moment of existence.
And there was a moment when even the slightest breath would tear the fabric apart, but never the twilight zephyr. I held my breath, looking out a window brimful of mellow puffs of wind, and took this photo.