A frosty chill breeze blows through yon windows.

As humans, we all have windows, both physical and metaphorical. Windows to provide light in the darkness or a breath of fresh air, to provide cooling or warmth. They can enable a breath of nature amid a forest of concrete, steel, and glass. Windows can look onto the world, look into the soul, be of our imagination, or be of time and opportunity. And windows can hold an image of time, abandonment, despair. Bucharest, Romania.