In my younger days (!) i used to sit on my window sill a lot.
back then i owned only 1 half of this flat and space was precious. in the evenings i sat on the sill, during summer with window opened and watched the sunset or the life on the streed or better the un life for i live in a quiet area.
sometimes i read a book, worked on drawings or played guitar. i sorta liked my window sill.
when i broadened my horizont space wise i just changed the window, from my bedroom window across the flat to my (now new) dining room window cause it has the better view.
many an evening i spent on that sill. always regretting it cause of the craped position i held up there.
sometimes after a bad day at work i would sit there window open, room dark and silently sip a gin and tonic. when my roommate came home he would many a time just come over, empty my drink and we would both sit on the sill and talk about the days work.

since my roomie moved out i neglected my sill. i do own 2 sofas and 6 armchairs for starters so no need for the window.

but lately i had the urge again to sorta re-visit the places of my childhood (lol)
so today, after work (and an affter work nap) i prepared some sort of seat and sat down on the dining room sill with a hot cafe au lait a pack of fags and a good book (my autobiography) i put on thelonius monk and just enjoyed myself
i really should do that more often!
after reading for a while i decided to draw a little.
now tis slowly getting too dark to draw at the window so i guess i'll retreat to my arcmchair (the one with the bright reading light next to it) and go on drawing
me likey window sill