The Window
What a gift it would be to be a window.
To allow both the letting in and the keeping out.
The two-way looking glass by which the world sees in and one sees out.
The panes through which sunlight pours in and candlelight peeks out.
The glass upon which flakes and fingers make prints that mingle in the silent exchange: what it is to be a thing and to make a mark in the first place.
The window stands sentry for these moments: seeing things as they are and what they might be.
What a gift it would be to be a window.
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