window light

I don't have the habit of peeping actually.

Noted that window last evening, around 6 o'clock, while I was waiting for bus downstairs of my home, inadvertently.

Longtime no such feeling.

Skin of my hands became crispy and white as paper, nose frozen.

Looking to the urban moon disguised by the streetlight, four coordinates to the right,piece of a window lit by fluorescent tubes.

It is probably an office.

Empty ceiling.

But it doesn't means beneath of it is empty too, that office might be filled by white-collars scratching their ears and heads, working overtime.

After all, if nobody's there, then why bother lighting.

But that small piece of fluorescent tubes, 

is so calm, as nobody was there, admiring itself.

That was the most remote and most deserted corner of this world or some world.

An illusory corner, even a Leica lens can't zoom in it enough to see.

Indifferently, it seized an unreachable distance which fascinated me irresistibly.