There is something quietly comforting about being near a window. Whether it’s morning light spilling across the floor, raindrops tracing paths down the glass, or the distant hum of life outside, the window frames a pause in time.
Here, thoughts drift like clouds. The world continues beyond the pane, but for a moment, you are still—observing, breathing, simply existing in the gentle boundary between inside and out.
“It near the window” isn’t just a place—it’s a feeling. A reminder that peace often lies in the simplest views.