I left for Leawood on a Tuesday. My roommate woke me up that morning.
“Hey. You awake,” he asked. “You’ve gotta see this sunrise.”
By some stroke of luck, Zachary and I had worked our way into the East-facing room of the house. The most noticeable feature of the room was, of course, the window. The window was almost as large as the entire wall itself and gave us a panoramic view of the Cascade mountains. In the foreground we could watch boaters on Lake Washington as they spent their summer days kayaking and sailing in and out of the channel. And even closer than that, our neighbors across the street had a close-up view of every time Zachary or I got out of the shower. Maybe a window like that is a sword that cuts both ways.
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