Beyond my window A corps de ballet of trees Sways in the cold wind.
And thank goodness for the window! My roommate in the other bed seems to enjoy looking out the door into the hallway to see who's passing. Not me -- I keep the dividing curtain mostly drawn to afford myself some semblance of privacy and to block the constant flicker of her television. Watching the light move on the trees, giving my eyes some distant to focus on -- these things make me feel close to normal.
