I would write from here, which made this my staring window. Lowering the shade provided privacy and seclusion. Opening it let the light in.
This is from the toilet-seated point of view. There is nothing to be ashamed of in this. The skylights and this window provided an all-encompassing, silk-diffused light. Close the lid, sit on a folded towel. It enforced correct posture and attention.
When opened, the cat would sit on the ledge and eye loudmouth birds perched on the roof opposite. No screen is there, and one day someone had opened it wide. For a minute I panicked the cat had jumped out and run off, but she was sleeping on the bed. She would sit on the ledge but not go out, aside from once, which she quickly decided on her own wasn’t worth it, and hopped back in. Never calamity, just air. You can be taught trust, too.