The light in the afternoons here in Mexico City has been so strange, and beautiful lately. It's not the rainy season, but some afternoons are cloudy, like it's thinking about raining. When it does this, I feel compelled to lie on the sofa and just sort of enjoy it. The windows of my apartment look out into the trees (I'm on the second floor, just above the street), and the light filtering through the branches looks so unearthly. I feel like I'm in some magical elf's treehouse (not the cookie kind, the Orlando Bloom kind). So I thought I'd post a picture and write about it. Plus, I have nothing else going on. I've been sick, missing work for the last week. Not that I was deathly ill, just needed some rest and antibiotics.
