I just completed this piece, called Moonlight Breeze and I was asked a question that I found interesting. The person asking the question pointed out that in much of my work, there are windows and they wondered why that was the case. I'm not going to lie to you, I was stumped at first; it never really occurred to me, so of course my answer went something like... "ummmm, I like windows." After providing such a sophisticated response and dazzling all involved with how wonderfully erudite I am (if I do say so myself), I pondered the question myself. What follows is a more complete answer to the question.
My initial answer, "I like windows," as succinct and simplistic as it sounded was, and is accurate. I DO like windows. What I got stumped on was the "why". So why do I like windows? Well, windows are really kind of a magical thing; not like "hocus-pocus" magic, more magical in a personal, emotional sense. You know how they say eyes are the windows to the soul? Well, in a very real way, to me, windows are a glimpse into another world. If you're in a dark dreary building, you can look out a window and see bright blue sky and the sun shimmering on the water, or the snow, or whatever. When it's hot inside, you can open a window, watch the curtains billow out, and experience the cooling wind and rain that's happening just beyond that thin pane of glass. When you're sitting alone, maybe a bit sad, you may see people walking dogs, or children happily playing and riding bikes out your window, and all of a sudden, you can't help but smile. On an evening walk in the city, you can't help but get a sense of life beyond the windows of your neighbours as the smell of their evening meals wafts through their windows; heck, it's even given me an idea or two for what I may want to have for my supper. In short, windows give you a taste of what's happening beyond your immediate surroundings, and that's kinda cool.