It’s one of this tiny, little, kind of secret spots at my working place. Hidden in plain sight it sits there in between various other, way more “screaming” attractions. It’s a decades old Backlit Miracle for me and again it’s a sad fact that photos are so very limited in what they can actually bring to other people’s senses. It’s usually not only the sensation of all those different shades and colours that shine through that window but also how each and every Patchwork Piece there feels when gently touched. My favourite one is the one that looks quite bumpy whereas it’s actually pretty smooth with just a little bit of ups and downs inside. How poetic, how metaphorical all of that sounds now that I’m writing that…