Under the subdued light of late afternoon, early evening, diffused even further by the dense smoke haze enshrouding the area, the home reaches for illumination, to pull it to itself, into its deepest interior. If one were merely to turn around, to face the vast expanses of water and sky, all notion of untimely gloaming would be quelled. This home, at every hour, is blessed with light – sunlight, city light, moonlight. Turn. Face the light.