Time slowed down. Since then, I pay more attention to everything that surrounds me: my child’s face, the leaves of the plants I put on the shelf, the patterns of lights I see through the window. I started to take photos of those lights, looking for different combinations. I sense the life behind them, I imagine them. Sometimes I take photos of our reflection in the windows, and our lives mix with the others. The glass takes us apart and together at the same time. Those lights, although they are not at mine, make me feel at home.