We are up the street again, in front of the once empty house, waiting to see this ghost of a girl shine from its windows. It has been days since we last saw her burning, filling our hearts with ghostly bright. It has been days since we trailed a mummified cat through the bushes, collecting scraps of its shroud, attempting to unravel the mystery of its clunky limbs, the rain and sky visible between its head and neck. It has been days since the cat eluded us and we returned to that once empty house to find it bursting with light, as if the whole world was within its walls, beneath its seams, blinding us. It has been days since we felt that kind of warmth radiating.