Porthole.
20th February 2017.
This odd round window’s been used many times to check the weather, to observe the street without being seen and as a sign to see if the old man’s still up late at night when I drive back home across many evenings over the years.
One thing very significant, is in the foreground within the shadow, a portrait of my grandfather when he was young, always bathed in the light and there to greet me when I take a quick look out the window – and brings out a smile every time.
