The eyes of my old apartment

A friend said this weekend she'd miss one of the windows in my old apartment, so i took some pictures of the windows for her. One of them came out quite nice, and i played with it a little today



It made me think of 2 things. One was the expression that the eyes are the windows to the soul. In my old apartment, the windows were the soul of the place. Another thing that popped up in my mind were two lines of a Dutch poem. Roughly translated, they go:

"The clouds, never as fair as when they, framed
by attic windows move past the sky."