I look up from my computer for a minute and notice I need to switch on the light as the room is getting dark, then, as I turn in my chair reaching for the light switch I happen to glance out the window. From the low position in my chair the boring blocks of flats just outside are hidden by the window frame and all I see are the forest clad hills and the sky. Speckled with houses the hill is surprisingly green despite the spring not having reached my city, and the sky is a light blue with a few tufts of slightly orange clouds. In the middle of this rather bland picture are three blocks of shining gold. The windows of a row of houses on the hill are lit by the last rays of the sun and reflecting back at me with a bright, full, golden luster. Something compels me to stand up, walk to the window and just look out, a brief moment of beauty amidst the everyday grayness.