By: Brianna Perkow

Yesterday I saw dragons outside my window,
soaring through the sky on their enormous 
wings, spewing fire from their great maws.

The day before I saw a woman in red walking
down the road, her face covered with a white
veil, and she looked sad.

Last week there was a warrior outside my
window, fighting for hope and honor against the
storm.

A few months ago there was a scholar and a
janitor, working together to uncover the truth of
magic.

This window of mine is not magic, nor is it
unique, there are many, many windows, and all
lead to different places.

The windows are made not of clear glass, but
of opaque pages covered in precise lines of ink
and bound in a beautiful picture.

You do not look through these windows with
your eyes, but with your mind and heart

They let you see the fantastical and the
grounded

They can reveal truth or show a different
outlook

They are something to be cherished and
enjoyed

Anyone can find a window, anyone can take a
look

At what inspiring things there is to see when
you take a look out the window.