Do you notice each window you pass by? I remember when, you used to play at jumping

out and tried to make your way onto neighbouring balconies. We’ve often found windows that make us pause, make us look more closely, and make us yearn and remember. There are ones that used to slide up high and across the yard, body half hanging, we could yell out your name and be sure you’d always respond.

But there are new windows, ones you’ve taught me to cut and

solder together because as you’ve always said: there’s no better way to see than through your own and filled with the most colourful memories. Thank you for the glass, we’ll make sure to look with you always.