A window of opportunity therefore, should be something unattainable, or a glimpse of a bright future, but nothing more. The hero that might saunter through your doorway is much more likely to fall most comically into a shallow ditch, dashing his brains out on a particularly dense toad, because his horse tripped on well, absolutely nothing at all.  

The knight in shining armour does journey by many windows, wincing as he rejects the calls of several ugly maids before slaying an outsized dragon, inevitably riding off into the sunset with the princess with the flawless features. No prizes for guessing which one is harder for our hero. 

But I suppose the window provides a glimpse beyond the mundane, which is what binds the window into our     consciousness and architecture though the days of watching for approaching siege weapons are long over; chances are you won't spot any visitors from your window from your apartment 40 floors up. 

Windows bring hope. Don't tell me ventilation, because doors are hardly airtight. Ok fine, maybe sunlight. But for the purpose of my beautiful vision let's think about a night. The type of night that Juliet gazed out of her window on, to the sky which was not just the sky. For those of us trapped by practicality in the comfort of our homes instead of lying on our backs in an idyllic grassy field, the window would be our link to the stars. 

Through the window you might ponder the distant lights, some of which might have actually stopped being a few thousand years ago. You think, and hopelessly try to count for a while, and rack your brains for the name of the one constellation you know. Frowning at the ancients who devoted enough time to notice the formations that stayed and those that didn't, but above all you wonder. 

And so from the window springs hope, and from hope springs wonder, and from wonder you will find there is no answer but that which your heart will give you. Maybe as new thoughts stir within you, you'll find yourself realizing that your prince may be climbing through that very window, on a rope of your hair. Maybe you'll find a scruffy young man out there who will sing you beautiful poetic lines, then climb up to the balcony. 

So maybe that's why this anthology is one about windows, for maybe they are a hope for a better age. 

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lol. That was ridiculous.