It still holds some soul. I've always liked windows... maybe it's a good escape route when we don't have doors. But there are still the stories we'll never live... because time passes and we lose addresses, words get interrupted and night has fallen.
Oddly, the image made me think of something fleeting ... something (like water) escaping from our fingers. But they could be globules at rest ... waiting for the next pulse.
Wow ... that's hot… pearls remind me of adult games.