what window do you look out of? into? does your gaze sweep over snow-covered fields? gardens? maybe you can peer into a neighbor's apartment. watch a mother playing with her child or well-suited workers conferring over coffeee and documents. windows have always framed my best memories and most cherished places: the duomo outside my hotel window in florence during my honeymoon. a bird's-eye view of yellow taxis making their way into the heart of manhattan. my sons, running in our yard. their gales of laughter rise up to my office, calling me to get up from my desk, look out, and join them.