That familiar bathroom morning window. It’s already more than warmish. January means being on the cool side of windows. The train window, where terracotta roofs take the heat while we read behind the news. It’s comfortable at the office, sight of trees outside a reassuring glimpse of colour, a cool we would believe in. Computer with its clique of clicks, windows of windows alert to evidence, hot, cold. The car lift home, watching pedestrians walking against the sun’s pressure, footpath wall’s extreme. Home is TV, interminable window with its rectangle of orange, bushfire somewhere. Someone’s having to deal with that!