Window. Seat.

Window. Seat., originally uploaded by john m flores.

He looked past the louvered to the world outside. It was a simple scene, a cheap set of plastic table and chairs placed on the tiny lawn, the grass green from the recent rains and warming weather. Brown leaves - remnants of a long winter, dotted the turf and the buds had just started to grow on the shrubs and trees. A new season was just around the corner and he knew it since he had started sliding up the storm windows and sliding down the mesh screens. But that was a close as he was going to get to the outside - the simple act of walking barefoot in the grass was beyond him, beyond his senses, beyond his imagination, beyond his safety net...

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