They Are Near the Window

Sunlight filters through the glass, casting soft patterns on the floor. They sit quietly, side by side, not speaking much—perhaps not needing to. The world outside moves on, but here, time slows.

One gazes outward, watching leaves drift from a nearby tree. The other sips tea, hands wrapped around a warm cup, eyes half-closed in contentment. There’s comfort in this shared silence, in the gentle hum of everyday life just beyond the pane.

Windows frame more than views—they frame moments. And in this one, two souls find peace simply by being near it, together.