The window offered an antidote: the comforting view of a quiet street. I reached out to hold this sight but instead touched glass, felt its faint chill. I pressed harder at the window. If something so solid could be so easy to see through, I thought, then why weren't people the same way, open to any search, available to anyone's curiosity?
Source: How to Read an Unwritten Language
Contributed by: Kimpossible