Wide open window

It is 7:55 a.m., Philadelphia.

Second Floor bay window venetian blind is drawn up.
Window opens, storm window opens.

There is a black box for a window where the window use to be.

She stands there in a fabulously non-descript sweatshirt.

She is smoking.

The sunrise is hot pink.

I do not know her, but we are living side by side with only a street to divide.