I pushed open the door and was
immediately embraced by an overwhelming superfluity of light. This
light wasn't just there to work by – it contained the space in
multi-faceted clarity of spirit, spilling from the north and
east-facing windowed walls with all-encompassing generosity. After
the cool dimness of the corridor, so much brightness was
overwhelming, and for a moment I fought my eyes' instinct to close
themselves against the brilliance.
After a period of adjustment though, I
realised that the light was far from the harsh, uniform light of
necessity. Instead, it was made up of shadows and shades, a patchwork
quilt of colour exquisitely worked in the delicate lattice work of
lead edging in the windows. Diamonds of blue and green interspersed
with clear glass repeated their barely perceptible pattern infinitely
over the warm wooden floors and up the smooth, unadorned walls. The
only exception was in the north-east corner of the room – where a
large wooden worktable stood sturdy and simple, unpatterned by
diamond light or human handiwork, optimally placed for uninterrupted
work. Beside it stood a straight-backed chair, pulled back
invitingly, and before I knew it I had taken two eager steps into the
room towards it.
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