A man was sitting at an open window where he could watch the road.
He was standing at a window with his back to me.
He looked up and saw a beautiful young girl at a window.
He can be up at a window in five minutes.
The front of the house was dark, but a light showed at a window in the back.
Often he would stand at his window and look down into the court.
She had seen the boy often, looking at her window.
Standing at the window, she heard them vote on their decision.
I looked up at the little window in the door.
Looking over at the forward window, he saw only white.