Spanish Curtains

The light peered through the long glass doors of a hotel bedroom at three in the morning. The day began to dawn and the soft light in the middle of the night felt disorienting and enchanting, like a Dali dream. I felt unsure of what I was seeing or where exactly I was. I think I was floating somewhere in the transitional state between dreaming and waking, the night not completely finished with me, the landscape drifting between ground and sky.

Ronda, Spain