There is something about the old fashioned bricks and paned windows that make me linger and look at this building on Fair Oaks whenever I pass by. It's such a classic structure. And in an era of open space workplace design and cubicles, it's nice to see offices with actual windows.
Those windows make me think of a poem: The Instruction Manual, by John Ashbery. The first lines are these:
As I sit looking out of a window of the building
I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.
I look down into the street and see people, each walking with an inner peace,
And envy them—they are so far away from me!
Not one of them has to worry about getting out this manual on schedule...
You can read the rest of the poem here.