From the window
In these rooms where I live out our days, I wander round and round trying to find the windows. It will be a relief when a window opens. But the windows aren't there to be found - or at least I can't find them. And perhaps it's better if I don't find them. Perhaps the light will prove another tyranny. Who knows what new things it will expose? The windows Constatino Cavafy ( 1863 – 1933 ) G orgeous afternoon, blue sky: we used to give these little pleasures for granted; t aking a relaxed moment by the balcony before a night date. The new normal. Flame cocktail dress, black heeled sandals and silk shawl, my favourite rebozo; beautiful mexican b lack and white handmade piece and a vintage embroided clutch. Ahora que vemos el mundo tras la ventana y pasamos horas en el balcón, pareciera que apreciamos más las pequeñas cosas; un cielo más que azul y una tarde espléndida. Me tomo entonces un momento para respirar, antes de salir y disfru