The Lit Windows
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Freya
4/18/20251 min read
The Lit Windows
by Freya
In winter the sun barely tries.
It comes up like it's already tired,
hangs low for a few hours
like a kid who doesn't want
to be at the party,
and then it leaves again.
I don't mind.
The dark makes the lit windows
look like they're keeping secrets,
warm ones,
and I like walking past them,
guessing what's inside.