what a pane
Today as the snow half-thawed in the drip dripping of the eaves troughs I took one look outside my windows and though Egad! For in truth I couldn't see very much through my windows at all. When did they get that dirty and miserable? How was I to manage a winter of cold, dark days if the little bit of lovely light I had entering in was to be thwarted by a fortress of filth? I knew I had to clean them that moment before the temperature dipped a degree or two which meant now. Why I didn't think to do this on a lovely summer's day I cannot tell you. Two buckets of grimey warm water later, donned in rubber gloves and a parka, I could see. That's all I ask from a window.