Window 89 <2025>

Do you have a window that changed you? A bus seat? A park bench? Drop it in the comments. I think we all have an 89 somewhere. Enjoyed this? Subscribe for more essays on small places and big feelings.

They call it “Window 89” in my memory because that was the year I lost three things: a job, a love, and an illusion of control. In that order. window 89

That window taught me patience. You can’t rush a sunset. You can’t negotiate with fog. Do you have a window that changed you

Window 89: A View That Changed Everything window 89