I went to the barn last night and as I was walking home I
was in a bit of a melancholy mood.
While I am surrounded by a lot of people I get lonesome and
I long to go back in time when my children were younger. I loved the chaos and
messes that came with it.
I thought of this as I happened to look up at the upstairs
window. Shut. Quiet. Alone.
In the past the windows would be open and I could hear
laughter, conversations and arguments through the screens. Curtains blowing in
the breeze. Music playing. Life happening.
Now, it looks old and useless. No one is throwing things out
the window, hollering down to a partner in crime standing in the grass. It’s
just a closed up reminder of the past.
If you have an active upstairs window, please enjoy it and
don’t take it for granted.
