Window.

Standing outside the window, hands pressed up against the glass. A world burns warm inside, bright and vibrant. Colors fill each moment, the moments that can't help but to be wonderful. One after another, brilliance exudes from each experience, each second. A dream lived in reality...

It's beautiful when you can open your eyes and know that what you see is real. The way your life makes you feel isn't a trick, but rather an unexpected truth. Wishes made on stars appear before you. Birthday candles keep their promises. Somehow it all just seems to work, as if your life were a cosmic puzzle that until this point had only been just the edges...and someone found the pieces that fill in the rest and you are complete. The brush has been cleared from your path and you finally know which way to go.

Its all there...

All of the elements playing so well together, you know God Himself fashioned it. The love you've been praying for your entire life. The dream that takes you across the world. The people that fill you with purpose. The situations that just dont go wrong. It's all there behind the glass, so warm and protected, so perfectly complete.

Behind the glass...

Gaurded and kept from the inclement world outside, from the dismal colors and confusion. Hands pressed up against the glass...admiration gives way to suprise as the cold settles into your fingertips. It's a different world in there. Just a window. Staring fogs up the glass, they can't see you anyway. There's no reason to look out when all you need is with you

So this is where you are. Wrap your coat tight.

It's cold on the other side of the window.