Two windows in a single room

We are standing in the same room,
you and I,
looking out over the same fields.
My window may be slightly open,
your curtains may be more tightly drawn,
but still: this tree, this lawn,
that babbling brook,
the dog barking at the squirrel --
the view is really the same.
And yet,
what I see -- and what you see --
frame two completely different stories.
Have you noticed?
Though the moment is the same,
the light is completely different.
Why do you suppose that's true?

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