When I look at this piece, I feel a sense of unease. I don’t really know what’s behind the windows and what’s over the mountain. The mountain feels like the next steps in the journey of my life, and it’s nostalgic because I’ve been in this position before of not knowing what to do. It feels like Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” - I know that I’m moving forward on a path through time, and eventually I’ll have to make a choice.