Opaque. Smeared with the grime of so many seasons of neglect. Cobwebs clinging to corners and drifts of dust dense on the worn ledges. Muted light from further within catches on the glass and offers an invitation to move closer towards it. Shadows populate this room. Shadows and silence. From other parts of the house, voices, aggressive and persistent, permeate the thick air of this front room. Rising from the sofa in the corner, a figure moves towards the window and reaches fragile fingers forward to push it open.
The air from outside is fresh and eager to enter the room - to traverse a boundary and tempt those within with the promise of something new. Imperceptible is the girl's lean in to this new air and visible is the deep breath she draws. The air shakes on its way out of her mouth and her body quivers.