There's a woman watering flowers in her kitchen. She has a pot on the stove and the radio is quietly murmuring about the weather. Somewhere nearby, a cat is lazily stretching on the windowsill. In another house, a couple in bathrobes are watching a movie, hugging under a blanket, not even noticing how time is slipping through their fingers. A little boy is running around the room with a flashlight, imagining that he is saving the universe. And in one window, someone is sitting alone at the table eating soup. Maybe he was looking at me too.
I like the magic of other people's homes. It reminds me that everyone has their own life, their own struggles, their own joys. And if you ever feel lost, just remember that behind millions of windows, someone else is also searching for their way. And no one is alone.