Daily story, September 10, 2025

If I stand on the stool and stretch my neck up, then through the window and across the rooftops I can see a building with old windows that still open. And on a clear day, if one particular window on the top floor is opened at just the right angle, and the sun is shining in just the right place, I can make out the hazy reflection of a tree. One day, I will sit under that tree and eat strawberries. Knowing that is enough.