The world goes on. I look out my window.

People walk by, busy with their lives. I look out my window.

The colors on the trees blaze. Children get off school buses and run home. I look out my window.

The caravan of life goes on, makes sojourns in malls, souks, bazaars. I look out my window.

The sun shines its warmth, but I know it’s cold outside, so I stay sequestered in my room and look out my window.