Who was it that first said the eyes are the window to the soul?
That philosphical statement has been attributed to many sources over the years. Suffice it to say that I believe it rings true for all of us.
Windows are amazing things. They let in the light, allow us to see.
Allow us to dream of distant places.
Allow us to feel the breezes and soak in God's beautiful gifts that are all around us.
Allow us to feel safe and secure, behind their transparent protection.
So how could I call myself a lover-of-all-things-vintage if I didn't appreciate those vintage, white, chippy, shabby-looking windows that, thankfully, are lovingly salvaged and just waiting for us to take them home?
I can't help but wonder what house on what street in what town did this old window belong? Who looked through it and what did they see?
Did they see skyscrapers or cornfields?
Did they see clear or menacing skies?
And I'd like to think that my vintage, white, chippy, shabby window truly is my window to another's past. A past that will continue, in another form, in my own house and among my very own dreams.
What can you see through your window?
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