It's More Than A Window To Me

A return to the simple source of peace.

There’s a bottle of water on the table beside me. The window across opens to the sidewalk of my building. My new neighbors—I think—are clearing out cartons and protective material. It looks to me to be a mother and her son. They walk leisurely to and from the trash container on the sidewalk. Between them and the line of cars is a path I have used multip…