Every morning I awake, I open the window shades to let in the beauty of the sun’s rays. The cool breeze flowing in the window feels wonderful.

When I look out the window, I see enormous trees hovering over the perky green grass. The trees are creating shade, where I see people sitting in the grass studying.

The window is a perfect square, bordered by a white frame, with shiny and smooth glass.

Sometimes I sit there staring at the window, wondering how many other people stared at it. To admire an object’s beauty, when nobody else sees it.  A simple plain object, not breathing, not living