Aug 27, 2025
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What is more generous than a window?
It holds the sunset like a sacred painting, then gives it back to the sky.
It frames the weather—a silent, moving portrait— and asks no opinion on the art.
It lends its shoulder to the rain for weeping, and to the sunlight for its golden nap.
It listens to the wind rehearse its old stories, lets shadows pass without question, and cradles the night until dawn knocks gently.
A window never keeps what it has seen.
It only gives, and keeps on giving— world after world, hour after hour.
