From a Window Sill in Prague

From a windowsill in Prague the world is small — it’s a single courtyard from medieval times, waiting patiently for us to come and play. It’s a quilt of courtyards — of cobblestone courtyards — extending toward the distant horizon line. The horizon line is soft, smudged by an apricot moon — she lingers still as the sun joins her. She lingers into the stark white of midday. She is quite self-conscious. From the edge of my window sill in Prague, the world is on edge. I lean my head back to meet the windowpane that supports my spine. I shift my legs, trying to alleviate the pain in my bones against the hard wood sill. I hold my knees to my chest. Then I fix my gaze on the city scape, tying to identify the furthest point in my view: a few steeples poke through the crow of clouds. They are very small and very far away. <a href="https://medium.com/@isadorashannon/from-a-windowsill-in-prague-the-world-is-small-directly-below-me-a-quilt-of-cobblestone-courtyard-ff781f6267a4">Click Here</a>