A Clean, Well Lighted Room

I live in a dark little corner of the Albayzin. There are no restaurants or bars, just narrow little streets. I can’t see the Alhambra or the mountains from my windows, just rooftops and sky. At night all I hear are the occasional barking of dogs and in the morning the crowing of a rooster. And it’s really all I need, or all any of us really need, isn’t it?