The Window

The sun was not too high.He could see the street clearly,the stained glass of the window stood there for more than a week but he could see through,he's eyes were not as good as they use to be, his advanced age and hours spent working in a computer staring at screen did not help .His wife always said that he should rest a little, but that work was really inportant, the work of a lifetime.He never have the chance to see his kids when is wife asked for divorce, the work was more important.Now he stands close to the window,he see the park that so many times his wife talked about, he never noticed in that window so the park was really a bonus feature of the picture he could get through the window.In the park an old lady was feeding the ducks on the lake, five kids were palying hide and seek and a dog and his owner were playing.A couple appeared, they were holding hands, suddenly he remember when he was young and dated with his ex-wife,and that park wasn't a stranger for him back then.
The sunset was close, he step back from the window and look to his working table the computer was still on the screen was in stand by and his body was on the floor,the doctor told him that a break down could happen if he didn't rest, he didn't listen, now a body with a heart attack stands by him,who will continue the work of a lifetime?He didn't know.He rushed to the window and for the first time he tried to open the window and stepped out.The moon was almost high and darkness and moonlight welcomed him in the park.