[ Today catches Charles in that developed habit of sitting in his window; the snow has mostly subsided now, and it's easier to people watch this way. (It's a habit of unwinding when every day seems so full of things he's not certain he's ever going to get proper handle on.
He glances across the courtyard, and finds a familiar figure in one of the windows across from his. (He can't recall, but is serendipity a god?)
WINDOW CALLING | forward dated to post-snow
He glances across the courtyard, and finds a familiar figure in one of the windows across from his. (He can't recall, but is serendipity a god?)
Charles waves to catch Arthur's attention. ]