Sitting here looking out windows in front of me, seeing
gray rain skies peering back.
Reflecting cold and bleakness of their situation, then
suddenly turning to the south, looking out those windows.
Sun is shining, sky is blue, brilliantly bathing sidewalks
in heated rays of intense sunlight.
Different weather on separate sides of this building makes
interesting thoughts on paper, placed in poetry for every-
one to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem