flaws

This is the view from my front window in late afternoon. The light on the building is that of the sinking sun in the east reflecting off the flaws in the glass of windows to shine bright hieroglyphs of the darkening sky against the facade.
The sun out in space. Our planetary rotation ; our seasonal orbit. Glass a fixation of our civilisation . "All of the buildings/ and all of the cars/ were once just a dream / in somebody's head." And here the cosmic angles and dreams brought into the material world meet for five minutes of the evening. If only I could properly read these signs. If only the people living across from me could see.