The light in the window in the building across caught her eye. She looked at the wall clock, the silent keeper of minutes and hours passing by. ' They don't wake up so soon' she thought to herself as she observed the window from her balcony,

She could see someone moving inside, the unhurried, determined movements of the unknown man were mesmerizing. As the unknown man continued with his tasks, the early morning chill and the morning tasks drove her inside.

Between the coffee, the chopping, the grinding and cooking or her family, her mind kept going back to the window. She tried but could not shake away the feeling. There was nothing that suggested any cause of worry, the man and his deliberate movements around the house suggested no hurry, or alarm. "Maybe he was traveling - but her mind pointed out the lack of suitcases or clothes. He was moving around in the kitchen, yet not cooking.

She did not know the family. They lived in the building across, but she had seen them often eating or playing and once spring-cleaning their home during summer. She knew they were a family of three, a husband, a wife and a young daughter. The stroller was often parked near the large glass door to the balcony. She had often seen the mother and daughter play on the balcony in the summer. Those moments always made her feel a little nostalgic.

The onset of winter drove everyone inside. Weirdly she missed the family. The comfort of strangers sharing a daily routine was warm. Yet, today the feeling was different. 'Something was wrong' her heart kept saying. But she had no means to find out or to help.