Zoë gets up, drawn by the light, to look out at the dawn over this new city. Even though they’re directly over a building site and a tv studio, the world seems green and optimistic. 

She studies, fascinated, the the elegant beauty, the slowly moving interplay, of shadow and light. 

But someone who hasn’t got up is fascinated by much closer beauty. “Zoë,” he says, “Come back to bed.”