Pretty colors outside. Stood up and walked to the balcony to stare and meditate. In periphery vision, I saw a column of flickering white light to my right. Or actually, not flickering, the light was moving up and down very rapidly. Observed it on the periphery for some time, then looked in that direction, looked back and couldn't see it anymore.
Uhm, it was in the direction of the birds' diarrhea region of the balcony window. Somehow a seagull had encountered a "sh*t happened" moment and hit the window. Then months later father washed the windows. The next day some other seagull had painted an even greater stain on the same spot.
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