I’m sitting in my living room looking out across the neighborhood and the hill rising up to the horizon is a line of smoking chimneys belching steam into the cold morning air.
Just across the street, it looks like there’s people walking on the roof, heads floating just below the roofline, though I know it’s workmen on the next house back and slightly up the hill working on the back deck of another home there.
This window, is my favorite part of our house and I love the view it gives me of our neighborhood. It’s a nice little neighborhood, quiet, with pleasant, if reclusive neighbors. I like sitting here watching life go by outside and the weather changing, the wind moving the trees.