The card and light game - Albert Camus

I see from that garden in the opposite direction of the window only the walls. And those few leaves where the light flows. And upward, more leaves. And above, there is the sun. And from all this joy spreading in the air that we feel outside, from all this lost happiness over the world, I only distinguish the shadows of the leaves playing over the white curtains. And rays of sunlight pouring into the room, patiently, a blonde scent of dried herbs. A breeze of air, and here are the shadows alive over the curtains. Let a cloud hide the sun and then reveal it, and here is the bright yellow of the mimosa vase emerging from the shadow. Enough: this newborn sparkle alone. And here I am overwhelmed with a vague joy that makes me dizzy. The game of leaves and light - Albert Camus