In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"There's something about an upstairs window that always intrigued me. When I was growing up, my bedroom was a converted attic and I would sit at my window and watch the world below me. Voices would drift up from the street. I would see the people --friends and strangers alike-- walk by, living life each in their own unique way. And I would observe silently, unobtrusively taking it all in."
Pawelczak, Christina M.
"The Window Upstairs,"
The Angle: Vol. 1991
, Article 9.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1991/iss1/9