Air hits your ankles. The top of the window feels still. You’re barefoot, grabbing a stack of junk mail off the floor by the entry when the cold gust curls between your toes, and you huff, already mentally crossing off... Read more
Light shows through where the two sashes meet. You’re standing in your apartment hallway, holding a tube of low-temp caulk and a plastic putty knife you grabbed from the utility closet 10 minutes ago. The draft coming through the gap... Read more
The room is cold by the window. You hold your hand near the frame. The tips of your fingers are already numb from grabbing the grocery bags you hauled up three flights of stairs 10 minutes ago, so you flip... Read more
You have tried twice. It has not moved. Your palms are sore from bracing your weight against the lower frame, and a faint smudge of dirt marks the sleeve of your hoodie where you brushed it against the outer siding.... Read more
The sash moved. The screen frame did not. You’re standing in your apartment hallway, propped against the wall next to the sliding glass door that leads to your fire escape, flathead screwdriver loose in your palm where you grabbed it... Read more