Sometimes what stays with you after a walk isn't the route, but a single window.
Old wooden frames, paint peeling at the edges, one small pane left ajar — and there, a bright striped bee. Not a real one, of course. Look a little closer and you realize it's a whimsical outdoor thermometer. As if this old window had acquired one more tiny resident — a little bee just as curious about today's weather as everyone else.
You can't go looking for details like this. They find you, exactly when you're in no hurry to be anywhere. Behind the most ordinary façade there might be a tiny story, someone's quiet sense of humor, or simply a habit that, day after day, makes an old window feel a little warmer — and the whole street a little more welcoming.
And somehow, that's the feeling you take home with you: warm, like the last evening light resting on old wooden frames.
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