The early bird NaPoWriMo prompt was to pick a word from a list and write about it, so I chose "window" and wrote about windows past and present. 🐣🪟
Really happy with how this one turned out: https://elizabethburnam.com/2024/03/31/the-window/
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“Eyes are the windows to the soul,” the neighbor said. Ruthie’s mom, I think. Her one disciplinary hand full of cigarette. My sister snickered, bloodshot, skunk smell sunk into her skin and every strand of eyebrow hair. I'wrapped her secrets in a porcelain hug around my shoulders, and I was not afraid. Today, the world outside the window is blue as a jewel. A text from my sister’s oldest son: his favorite poem so far is "Dust of Snow" by Robert Frost. The way a crow / shook down on me / the dust of snow / from a hemlock tree. I hear the rattling, the key searching for the keyhole, a winking shadow in the porch light, and I am not afraid. Wide open, my heart, a door.