At 6 exactly my room lit up with the brilliant sideways light that only comes from under a hood of dark clouds. The sun slipped through an open sliver at the horizon, everything above polished purple blue. The light is clear, like water and diamonds, like crackling cellophane wadded and shimmering. I compulsively grabbed my camera and clicked photos all the way around the schoolhouse. Thankfully no one was out to see me in my pajamas and wild hair.