The sash can open too far. You are looking at the stop. The plastic stop is screwed into the upper side of the window jamb, just above the point where the top of the lower sash sits when it’s fully... Read more
The radiator is about to knock. A window is still open. You kick off your scuffed slippers right by the hallway baseboard to cross the cold tile fast, your socked feet barely catching on a loose thread from the welcome... Read more
You only want one open. Both are cracked. You’re standing in the short hallway between the two rooms, socked feet sliding a little on the cold vinyl, a crumpled paper towel still tucked in your back pocket from wiping down... Read more
That window is the one a person could reach. It is unlatched. You pause mid-step to the front door, work boots scuffing the scuffed linoleum of the hallway, because your neighbor texted an hour ago about a string of attempted... Read more
Drops are on the wood. The sash is not fully down. You brush a bead of water off the oak with the back of your wrist, and a cold draft nips at your knuckle when you lean closer to the... Read more