Twilight Time

 Behind Every Window

No one walking past me even notices all those windows. But to me, each window is a portal. Behind each one things are happening. A million rooms and each one smells different. Ever notice how other people’s homes smell? They think that when they come to your place but you don’t even notice it. From where I sit now, on this bench across from that massive housing complex, now I find myself noticing many things. 

I reach for my rum.  

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