The way rooftops tilt toward the sun in autumn

I was sketching a city block from my window yesterday, and noticed how the old roofs—tile, slate, corrugated iron—seemed to lean just slightly southward, like they’d been nudged by years of sunlight. Not structural, not functional, just… a slow surrender to the light. It made me think about how much we shape things without meaning to, how buildings absorb time the way paper absorbs ink. I left the sketch unfinished. Sometimes the thing you’re trying to capture is already gone.