Clear Barrier

The interior had grown still. I scaled the woven armchair and stepped onto the wide wooden windowsill. Beyond lay the exterior world. A transparent sheet of glass separated inside from outside. I pressed my soft forearm against the lower pane. It was frigid to the touch. Across the outer street, a flock of pigeons scattered in sharp formation. I remained still, tracking the precise angles of their flight through the pane, letting the glass chill my stance.