The eyes are the windows to the soul, to be
sure.
But what about windows? What can be seen in the eyes of a window?
I walked past this eighteenth century house
this morning.
The maxim that the most interesting things are always at the
top of a building holds true.
I don’t know what made me look up, but here
were all these features looking down at me from an upper window. I found myself
thinking, I bet my special friend would like such wallpaper.
I could see
you before it. I could somehow see you in it. There’s even a lady there peering
out over a coffee!
Isn’t it beautiful?
