A Quiet Evening
It's funny how a sudden blast of winter can keep people inside. The streets are quiet this evening. It's cold. It seems like many decided to stay put, or quickly make their way to someplace warm. I was planning to walk to the video store and stock up on movies tonight, but it was even too cold for that.
On quiet, solitary evenings like this, I sometimes spend time standing at my window, simply looking out at the world outside. I like to observe. I wonder what's going on in the apartments across the street. I notice candles on a windowsill, a guy watching his big screen TV, and a person sitting on a chair in the middle of an empty room, playing the flute. It often strikes me that each unit in each building houses not just a person, but an entire life with its own joys, heartaches, love, family and friendships. I wonder what those lives are like. I wonder, is there someone else out there looking at my window wondering the same thing?
Just a few thoughts that cropped up on this quiet evening.
On quiet, solitary evenings like this, I sometimes spend time standing at my window, simply looking out at the world outside. I like to observe. I wonder what's going on in the apartments across the street. I notice candles on a windowsill, a guy watching his big screen TV, and a person sitting on a chair in the middle of an empty room, playing the flute. It often strikes me that each unit in each building houses not just a person, but an entire life with its own joys, heartaches, love, family and friendships. I wonder what those lives are like. I wonder, is there someone else out there looking at my window wondering the same thing?
Just a few thoughts that cropped up on this quiet evening.
posted by Steph at 9:30 p.m.
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