A Window to the Past

I'm sitting in front of a window watching the darkness, waiting for the sun to rise. I see the future. I see the past. The same things happen day after day. I am no more of a failure than I was yesterday. I am no more of a success.

I'm sitting in front of a window unable to move, unable to blink. The world is standing still. Wind chimes hang noiseless, lifeless. The world is still, calm, asleep. Soon the world will wake, and then it will sleep again.

I'm sitting in front of a window wondering if tomorrow I'll again be sitting in front of a window.