Window By Freda Downie Link

In the winter the glass is a cold sheet of memory, in summer it glows with a heat that is not ours.

It frames a garden, a street, a sky that we do not own, only watch. window by freda downie

The pane is a thin, transparent membrane, A thin‑shelled world that lets the light in and keeps the rain out. In the winter the glass is a cold

In an age when we spend more time behind glass—whether it be the panes of our homes, the screens of our phones, or the tinted windows of commuter trains—Downie’s quiet reminder is essential: . the screens of our phones