First time out of the closet and into a frame. The woman in the window I saw exactly like this from my window. Some years later in the middle night the building burned down in a five-alarm fire, which I dreamed was happening before I woke up. In my dream the fire was happening in the daytime, probably because of the painting, but in reality it was very dark, and the scene was an inferno. (You can see I was enamored of Edward Hopper's work at the time.) P.