I've looked out the kitchen window often in the past 27 years. I've see trees grow, age and die; leaves sprout, green and shade. While sudsing plates I've seen snow fall, sprinklers shower and kids run, bounce and swing.
The kitchen window faces south, and this time of year the sun is low enough to cast dancing shadows through the glass.
It's a window on the world, this window is. Or at least my little corner of it.