Please conjure light?

Alright alright, but leave me alone. I have my own matters to attend to on this worrisome day.

Your familiar, never one to haggle for too long, relents. You concentrate on the air in your lungs and imagine things you have never seen before. A field of sunflowers without borders expands before your eyes, alive with insects that buzz and crows that squawk without hunger. A purple cloud rains furtive drops of dew before a rainbow-clad sunset. A flaming hearth beats back the terrors of a winter hemmed in by living trees. Your heart warms, and you open your eyes to see a faint glow all about you. 

The ever dripping concrete seems to suck light inward like a stone sponge, but the faint light holds. The stairs, ragged and perpetually in need of repair, extend into a gloom beneath your feet. You can make out the light of the foyer below. Your apartment is merely one of a few dozen nestled into this slab of a dwelling, but you rarely meet others in your commute on the dark steps. The stairs are an inky black well of solitude. If there were an excess of candles, perhaps the place would be happier.