i used to live in a house that was filled of sunshine. the way the light shined through the worn out window made a day of staring at the sun worth it. i liked to think that the window had it's own story. the crack in the corner. the discoloration in the middle of the stained glass. the beautiful picture of a women bathing. That house filled the prettiest thing. I haven't felt the happy sunshiny feeling since then. 8 years.