Windows. Windows like portals. Transparent portals radiating with fluorescent light. One could say almost magical, transparent portals radiating with fluorescent light. Magical, transparent portals that take you to another world. Portals that give you sneak peeks into another human’s life, and at times their beliefs and ideals. Portals that reveal masses at just a glance. Windows are beautiful gateways to the outside world for people who are in the inside world. Their houses, public buildings, vehicles, whatever it may be. For people that are willing to do so much as spare a glance in their direction. Windows can bring feelings to a person. Can help one realize their desires. Windows. Something as simple as windows. As simple as sliding panes made of sand, soda ash, and limestone. Who knew? Who knew such a simple glance through one of these simple machines could ensue such complex feelings?
I sit solemnly in the room my family calls the “the media room,” staring at a blinking cursor daring me to fill the milky white background it calls home with inhumanly neat scribbles of black, or whatever color I may choose. The wall pointing exactly 119 degrees southwest in this room is almost completely made up of windows. 6 windows in a uniform 4 on bottom, 2 on top pyramid-like shape. I look through the window closest to the desk I am seated at. It is 9:23 pm, December 23rd. Snow beautifully paints our once-green yard a bright, sharp, white. I look across our property and into a window of our neighbor’s house revealing a brightly decorated Christmas tree. The fluorescent light of the traditional Christmas lights slices brightly through the dark, crisp, nighttime air. These lights and that tree tell a story that only those who think deeply enough would comprehend.
I sit solemnly in the room my family calls the “the media room,” staring at a blinking cursor daring me to fill the milky white background it calls home with inhumanly neat scribbles of black, or whatever color I may choose. The wall pointing exactly 119 degrees southwest in this room is almost completely made up of windows. 6 windows in a uniform 4 on bottom, 2 on top pyramid-like shape. I look through the window closest to the desk I am seated at. It is 9:23 pm, December 23rd. Snow beautifully paints our once-green yard a bright, sharp, white. I look across our property and into a window of our neighbor’s house revealing a brightly decorated Christmas tree. The fluorescent light of the traditional Christmas lights slices brightly through the dark, crisp, nighttime air. These lights and that tree tell a story that only those who think deeply enough would comprehend.
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