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I suggest that you take a break and stick your heads for a moment out the window. If I read Jane correctly the kitchen window is the most accessible.

[...] From that second perspective, the pockets of the jacket in the first perspective became the windows of a building that existed in a still-further, third dimension beyond the hill. Standing on the hill, he knew that in Perspective One the windows of the building in Perspective Three were jacket pockets, but he could no longer perceive them as such. [...]

(11:15.) He knew, however, that if the shades were pulled in the windows in Perspective Three, then the jacket-pocket flaps would appear to be closed in Perspective One. [...]

[...] This in turn had reminded me of my dream of months ago, when from the elevator tower of the hospital I’d looked out a window to see checks from the insurance company lying on the asphalt at the side of the left front wheel of the car. [...]

[...] The windows were open to the sound of traffic close by; this made hearing this faint voice difficult at times.)

[...] If you possibly remember what I said last week, then we will have you dancing through your cordellas, throwing alphabets out of the window to flutter in the wind. [...]

[...] Now he has been imagining himself happy in and out of the windows to clean them, and had some trouble with the images. [...]

He is sitting inside looking out at the clean windows he has just washed from the outside. [...]

[...] So far she’s preferred to work before the picture window in the living room.

[...] We see the intimately known windows of the two apartments we shared still vacant, the blinds hanging at careless angles. [...]

[...] We opened the windows however. [...]

(There came a knock on a window from the front of the house. [...]

(Early in the morning, Jane said, she had successfully managed to imagine herself back at 458 West Water Street, cleaning the place, washing the windows inside and out, very agilely climbing about—doing all of those things she’d loved to do, even to hosing down the house from the outside. [...]

[...] Because of the warm weather, the window of 330 was open a foot, and the heat was off. [...]

(I had heard a door slam next door, since it was a nice night and our living room windows were open. In the summer Jane likes the windows open, sessions or no, although I find traffic noises bothersome at times.

[...] The side entrance to his suite is directly opposite our windows, and we often see Sam Levine coming and going. [...]

[...] Perhaps some night as you look out your new windows, you will see quite another scene. [...]

[...] It is of a view I scouted from our motel window. [...]

(“And a look out” is interesting to us, because I spent some time for a couple of days looking out our back motel room window, studying this particular view before finally taking a picture of it. [...]

(At first I thought it was a trick of sunlight—which was quite diluted as it came through the room’s east windows—but all of a sudden I stopped to look at the painting as it sat on the shelf I’d built high up on the south wall just inside the door. [...]

[...] Jane was better today, and 330 wasn’t bad at all, with the air conditioner going, the fan on, and the windows wide open. [...]

[...] Jane had the window of her room wide open, and the place was still hot. [...]

(November 3, Tuesday 7 AM: Getting dressed for work this morning, I abruptly had the rather clear thought that I should walk back to my studio and look out the back windows, because I would be able to see that a car was parked in front of the garage, blocking the exit of my car from the garage. Looking out the windows, I received a jolt when I did see a car so parked, blocking off the exit of my own car.

[...] By this time, worried to some degree but still enjoying the delightful...suspension...looked from Walnut Street through yards, to my own windows that showed through trees. [...]

(At 7:52 I turned Jane on her left side, read her the prayer after getting her comfortably (?) settled, opened a window a bit, and adjusted the TV. [...]

[...] She was also quite warm, although both windows in 330 were wide open. [...]

[...] The window was open a good foot, but the room was still warm.)

What does the air mean when it swirls about the windows? [...]