E is for

Most rooms seem to have two kinds of windows on the world.

One made of glass that let's the sunlight in, and frames the view of what's outside the door.

And another made of pixels, that brings us the world as presented by the producer, or the editor, or the blogger, or the coder, or the crazy, or the sane, from the farthest corners of the world. At least the ones with a socket.

I used to spend ages sitting on my window sill. Staring out.

I could do that more.

I could even go out there.