my window
I stare out my window quite often
I feel fomo when I’m sitting in my apartment doing anything other than looking out my window. I notice every detail, of how the colors of the buildings change as the sun rises and sets, of the little scenes of the people who’s lives I know nothing about in rectangular form, and I think about how power washing the building would actually take away from it’s charm. I’m kind of scared that people can see into my window, but I don’t think many people live in my building, so I usually keep my blinds open. When night falls you can definitely see into my window and it sticks out because of the light shining through my windows. Even though I know I’m not going to be looking out the window because I am busy doing something else, I keep them open until i’m nearly falling asleep. It is not a direct view of the Eiffel Tower, you have to open the window and look outside. But from any angle, when the tower twinkles at the top of each hour, it’s reflection refracts against my window glass and I am always notified. It twinkles for the first five minutes of every hour, when I see the lights twinkle in the rear of my eye, I know it’s a new hour. Possibly the cutest mode of keeping time ever.