There are blinds on the windows this evening. Light, darkness and the seasons have washed unimpeded through my uncovered living room windows for two years.
I never intended to leave windows uncovered that long. Divorce is all about dissolution, and mine drained away energy for big things and small things, like tending to windows.
Windows provide a view – both in and out, access to both bounded, and unbounded space. As arbiters of view, windows admit or deny both the highly personal, and the naturally impersonal beyond our four walls.
Dreams of houses with doors unshut, windows uncovered, are common. Lack of containment. No discernment, only unrelenting exposure – unmediated nature.
The nature of things. The blinds are closed this evening.
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