A Woman’s Gesture

How dark the windowpanes have grown how dark my house is whichever way I look, all the darkness at full height stands before my eyes just like an evil figure. I leaned toward the street without meaning to I drew a line with the edge of my fingernail on the panes. It became clear it became the path of day the groove of my index fingernail on the cloudy pane. It is the dust of days gone by on the panes. Only dust! Only dust!...