Tag Archives: By THe Window
Brunches Cafe
An afternoon of quiet vintage.
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.