Alive By The Window

By the window,
being still
observing movement
the cars passing
the leaves falling
and being swept.
In this absence of motion,
I feel most active.
In this self imposed mutism,
I feel loud.
In this silent observation of the world,
I feel most comfortable.
In this invisible distance,
aided by a glass pane
and the magic of air conditioning,
I am alive.
By the window.
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