The photograph depicts a weathered wooden house nestled into the side of a steep, forested hillside. This is Aiuruoca, Brazil – the landscape feels ancient and lush. The time is twilight: the last vestiges of daylight cling to the sky above, bleeding from a vibrant orange to deep indigo. A single window glows warmly with candlelight, illuminating a small interior scene visible through the glass - a family gathered around a simple wooden table sharing a meal. A grandmother, her face etched with years and wisdom, smiles gently at a young child who is being lifted onto their lap by a father. The mother stirs something in a pot hanging over a small fire. It's 'dia' – day turning into 'night', but the feeling isn’t one of darkness; it's cozy, protected, full of love. The mood is profoundly peaceful and intimate. The house itself is simple, almost rudimentary - built with rough-hewn planks and a corrugated iron roof. Vines creep up its walls, blurring the lines between structure and nature. A few chickens peck at the ground nearby. The overall feeling isn't one of poverty but of resilience and connection. The light spilling from the window suggests 'bom', good times are being had, despite the simplicity of their lives. There’s a sense of ‘minha vida’, my life, unfolding here in all its quiet beauty. A single lantern hangs on the porch, casting a soft circle of yellow light onto the worn wooden steps. The feeling is “aforueadoquerer” – a longing that has been fulfilled; a deep satisfaction rooted in familial love and belonging.