From where I am sitting, the sun is barely peaking above the trees and hitting my face. I look out the window and see a man in a charcoal shirt morosely riding on the back of a lawn mower. The sun becomes shy and hides behind the trees. In the shade, the temperature of the area in which I am located drops. This relief only lasts a short while however, soon the sun has returned. The new brightness shimmers through the towering windows in this long hallway, decorating the marble floors with diagonal lines. The gray-checkered sofa that I am sitting on grows warm. Behind me, I can hear a young child chuckling, destroying the silence that once surrounded the building.
If only I knew where I was…