In Lieu of Balcony

This window beckons me, calls me, mocks me.

 There's a lovely little sill right outside, it says. Perfect for sitting.

It promises me lovely views of my new home.

To the left, the busy street with the Halterstrasse, bank, and the little Church whose bells chime daily.

To the right, the smaller side street, overflowing with shops and residences like ours.

But still I am unsure. You are quite old, I tell the window. Over a hundred years. How do I know you can bear my weight?

Trust me, it whispers.

But, still, I am unsure.

After all, it is a long way down.