The window was wide open.

In the dusty rays of the sunset I saw three people with their backs to the long reddish-brown beams of light.

An old man, with a care-worn, exhausted appearance and a face furrowed with wrinkles, seated in the armchair near the window.

A tall young woman with very fair hair and the face of a madonna.

And, a little apart, a woman who was pregnant.
She held her eyes fixed in front of her, seeming to contemplate the future.