Window recalls childhood memories of long, cold school bus rides during winter. With only one, small heater to battle the minus thirty degree temperatures outside, all the windows were permanently covered in a layer of ice. As the dim light of dawn shone through the ice crystals that formed patterns on the glass, I would see fairy landscapes and galaxies. It was as if the window was a magical entrance to another world. Window symbolizes the portal I gazed through, longingly, on those frozen journeys to school.