The Window Frame

The Bart line passes right through Oakland and there are some houses right beside it. In the mornings the windows are all thrust open; curtains drawnback. the sunlight illuminates inside the windows.
I can see everything these people own; the cup of coffee on the end table or your unmade bed.
Today i saw a woman in a dark sundress standing in a window, red curtains swaying beside her and she fanned herself as the sun baked the room she stood in.
She looked disressed, helpless even. And for that brief moment i entered her world and felt insight into what she was feeling at the time, just by seeing her in a passing glimpse, i captured so much.
if only more people opened their eyes in this way to understand and relate to the world around them maybe some things would be different.