Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived two girls from The Land of 10,000 Lakes. Their names were Greta and Leah and they were roommates. They shared a big room with a big window and a tiny balcony that opened to the street. Another big window on the other side faced the neighbor’s house.
During the sunny afternoons, Greta and Leah enjoyed the cross breeze that swept their worries away while they rested on their beds after a long day with their language tutors. Holy Week was approaching and the girls were excited to see processions from their tiny balcony. They also had a great view of the volcanoes that surrounded their little village.
Yes, the two windows were quite lovely.
One night, the girls awoke with a start! Thunder rumbled loudly. The beds shook. Leah was excited. She loved storms. Strangely, it was not raining. The roar of thunder rushed through the street side window. The squeal of brakes followed. Trucks. Leah was disappointed that there was no storm to listen to. She closed her eyes again.
No sooner had Leah fallen back asleep than a pitiful crying stirred her from her rest. Greta rolled over and groaned. The neighbors had gotten a puppy. The poor little guy whimpered and whined all night long. Both Leah and Greta lost their compassion as well as their sleep. The hours dragged by.
Just as the first rays of sun shone over the volcano, something hit the glass with a sharp ping. Ping…ping PING. Like a shadow puppet show, the black silhouette of a little bird hopped and fluttered on the edge of the roof just outside the window. The sparrow chirped, fluffed its feathers, and attacked the window yet again. It was Leah’s turn to roll over and groan. An hour later, at 7 a.m., the girls were almost happy to get up. Being awake seemed easier than trying to sleep.
They pulled back the shades to their two windows and smiled at the day.
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| Window to the Street |
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