The softest shaft of light appears in my room. Delicate light coming from the setting sun lurks into my window and settles on my striped pillow. I notice it by chance; by mistake when I look up from my biology book piled over the organic chemistry one. Seeking relief and comfort, I glimpse this light. And I can’t believe it – here you have this patch of sunlight sneaking into my room, which is an ordinary and mundane thing, and yet it invokes all sorts of emotions in myself; as if I’m glimpsing a sigh of the sublime or a yawn from the earth’s center of force.
It’s gone now, but it’s still here in this journal, storing photons to last.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 