I worked for two years from my living room. I was able to look out the window, take a short walk, listen to the sounds of the neighborhood. Now, coming back to campus I am working in a windowless room. The day passes and I don’t see the sky or know what that weather is like. Taking a trip outside feels like a burden. The day passes but I have trouble keeping track of time. I miss being able move to my reading chair to rest for a moment, opening the window to let fresh air waft in, taking a minute to breathe.