From my window, I see a glimpse of the world. It’s minuscule… almost insignificant when I consider how large this world is. But I see it every day. Through giant windows, surrounded by tall ceilings that allow light to permeate every corner and crevice. I watch the world float, moving the ways with which it’s familiar. 

A wall partially faces me with a meticulous and carefully built structure. There’s a pattern, each rectangular block intertwining with the other. Off to the side, you see a park. There’s a man riding his bicycle, contemplating whether or not he should make another trip around the whole park. A carefree child playing in a world so whimsically beautiful and happy.  

A bird perched by the window, looking for something. Its brown feathers, light pink-peach colored belly, dark exploring eyes, peering down at the space below, and its world above. I wonder what the bird is thinking about, sitting by the window, sharing a space. 

I see the tops of other buildings and the sides of ones that tower over you. I see other windows, other worlds. Multiple stories and truths.

From my window, I see a glimpse of the world. A small taste of what it has to offer.