Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug--rain splatters on dry window pane--open journals of closed memories... tears of laughter and joy of pain... schmaltz of diametric morning.

While outside the window, the raindrops pitter pattered on leaves that shivered and sparkled, inside we made love for the first time!

The windows of the houses - even if the house is ramshackle - are always beautiful because windows represent light!

It is not possible for a house to own a spirit without owning windows with flowers!

Enlarge your windows till you will get a window where you can see the whole universe with one look!