The light played many a games with me, starting with the fire in the kitchen. Often, the object of our interest is too bright or too far for further study. Often, the only way to glimpse into its depth is through its reflections. Its rays of warmth reflected, winked and waved at me joyously as I drove past big and shiny buildings. Walking in, I turned my gaze to my left to marvel at the side of the building. The same sun shed the shadows of trees, blocks of reflection from the buildings window and I smiled at the little joys of life that often allude the most of us.