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There’s a specific kind of silence that only exists before sunrise in a city that never sleeps. I first heard it on a Tuesday morning in late October, standing at Window 89.

That window taught me patience. You can’t rush a sunset. You can’t negotiate with fog. window 89

If you’ve never had a window that became a character in your life, you might not understand. But if you have—you already know which one I’m talking about. There’s a specific kind of silence that only

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Do you have a window that changed you? A bus seat? A park bench? Drop it in the comments. I think we all have an 89 somewhere. Enjoyed this? Subscribe for more essays on small places and big feelings. window 89