I love watching the afternoon sunlight from my bedroom windows--the way it slants from the west onto the rooftops of our neighbors' houses, on the street, and on passersby. There is something about afternoon sunlight that always wants me to be alone, the way I was whenever I watched it lighting the trees from the windows of our ancestral house in San Fernando, Pampanga. When I was in school or at work in the office and the afternoon sunlight beckoned to me from the windows, I always yearned to be at home.