There is something about shuttered windows … something secretive … something mysterious.
There’s a hint of romance …
… and more than a little whimsy.
But best of all, shuttered windows take me back to my childhood days. I remember standing behind the shutters of my great-grandmother’s house, on hot summer days, and looking down on the street below. My great-aunt used to tell me that it wasn’t good manners to hide behind the shutters and eavesdrop. But I was four years old and did not pay too much attention to etiquette.
For me it was just a game. Hiding in the shadows and watching … listening. Did I learn any secrets? Perhaps. Will I share them with you? No … that would be telling. Go listen at the windows … shhh … perhaps you’ll learn some secrets too.