This made me think about how many people actually live their lives sitting at windows, not just the elderly and agoraphobic either.
I see so much out of my office window as I sit at my desk and out of our kitchen window as I stand by the sink. I could set our clock to certain events. When I see the one-legged man (seriously!) riding his bicycle westbound past our house, I know it is about 8:30 AM. When I see him riding the other direction with his crutches in a special holster on the side of his bike, I know it is just after 5.
After all of these years, I feel I know him, along with the regular dog walkers, grocery shoppers etc. I have seen a young man jogging past our house on a regular basis since he was in middle school. Now he is probably 30. If I saw him in the grocery store I might be tempted to greet him as an old acquaintance, but he would look at me without recognition. Such is the odd relationship that windows create.
My grandmother lived in elderly housing, in a small apartment. When my dad visited her, every curtain would open a bit so the people living in the other apartments could see who was coming.”It’s Cecilia’s son!”
I love your last line and know exactly what you mean.