My little guy stood with his nose pressed against the window in our dining room. I could see the breath marks on the glass appear and reappear as he breathed. Usually, I would have chastised him for getting the glass dirty but that day I just felt sorry for him.
There was a bounce house in the backyard next door and we could both hear the hum of the fan mixed with children's laughter. He gazed out our back window with a pout on his face.