Windows... cause I did doors last week

win⋅dow

[win-doh]

–noun

1.	an opening in the wall of a building, the side of a vehicle, etc., for the admission of air or light, or both, commonly fitted with a frame in which are set movable sashes containing panes of glass.

I love the old swing out window in this house, I am ashamed to admit that I don't have a better picture of it but when you are being chased by a man in a golf cart you take what you can get.

I can't say this is entirely how I feel about windows, this definition to me leaves out so much of what a window can be. Windows can also be used for the deadmission of young people who didn't want to use the door because of one parent or another.

Directly on the other side of this house is another window that my sister and I climbed out of so we could say we snuck out, we came back in through the door cause at the time no one cared that we were even gone.

Windows can be used to peek inside of the world of other times, I like peeking in old windows that are filmed in a bit of dirt and imagine what happened in a room 100 years ago. I am a bit weird like that.

When I look in this window I see a little girl looking back.

Windows also give us means for escape a place to look out of when we feel trapped and long for the trip that is going to take us away from the place we are today even if that place is no where physically different.

Two seeing eyes you can almost see the soul of the house through them.

I can't even venture a guess on this one, Such beautiful frame work to be spoiled by an intrusion of brick.

The house that Jack Built.