The Window
The Window When I am feeling down I stare out the window. I become separated from reality, I am the audience, instead of another actress, In another act in a long endless play. When I am feeling cold I cuddle up by the window. There I can feel the warmth of the fire, As I watch people walking through the rain, And the traffic fighting the storm. When I am feeling young I sit by the window. I watch the raindrop roll down the window pane, And then wait with anticipation, For the rainbow that always follows. When I …