I used to rent an apartment in a big city. The walls were shared with neighbors on each side. The floor was someone’s ceiling, and my ceiling was someone else’s floor. Surrounded by walls and divisions up and down and all around which already were used by someone else, I couldn’t help but wonder: what am I paying for when I pay rent?
“Doors and windows,” said the sunlight. “Doors and windows.”
2 thoughts on “Doors and Windows”
We are paying for use of the space between the walls.
The experience of moving through exchanges with life? Sunbeams colors in passing the buck? The cool breeze appreciates the openings which always are found for free? The 430 steps it takes to get to the mailbox to mail that rent? …. hummmm.. So many shapes of suns light. ….. the shadow said, thanks for the blocks and toys.