have you ever stopped to look through the lighted windows of a house, to what lies within? it's a favourite activity of mine (yet another one of those weird things i love), and gives me immense pleasure to spot people moving around, the rotating fan, the flicker of the tv screen, etc. whenever i see such a scene (most often during my train journeys), i start thinking of the life that unwinds beyond the portal that i view.
i wonder what someone would spot if she stood and watched beyond the window to my life. i wonder if the occsional joys would shine, or the murkiness of the disappointments, guilt, and pain would cast their aura over the happy parts...
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