Windows
No destinations penciled in. No times jotted down. No deadlines marked. Nothing
Windows
There’s no one talking to me, no one phoning me, no one expecting anything from me
Windows
He just ambled into the woods at the end of our street, oblivious to all the eyes following his every move
Windows
It’s a little scary how quickly I will hit the “I agree” button just to make all that contractual verbiage disappear
