There is a small window in our upstairs bathroom. The three little girls who lived in this house before we did called it "the magic window." When I look out of it, this is the view I see. I (and the little girls before me, and doubtless the people before them) have seen wondrous things through that glass. Autumn foliage and mist, rainbows, sunrises, moon rises, shooting stars, flitting birds, deer, fox, wild turkeys. Once, I even saw a porcupine.
In truth, every window of this old house is a magic window.