The window has become a portal
by Zoe Potkin from Brooklyn, NY
I’ve stopped listening to the radio. I know what it will say. I watch the window now for news.
If there is sun, the day will go like this : we will lay in geometric shapes on the floor or walk the beach.
If it’s grey we will stay in. We will watch the neighbors - their daily habits still entertain us after a month of constant observation.