The Windows

This is an exceptionally fine place in my house. The desk by the window. Today was cool enough to open the windows. I hate the overly cool feeling of air-conditioning, but I also dislike being hot, so a day like today, in the middle of August in normally hot and humid Arlington, Virginia, where the windows can be opened is to be relished. Paul suggested opening them last night, and I thought they might have to be closed today, but that is not so. So I am enjoying sitting here, with the nice breeze. I really like it when Kevin and Violet join me on this desk, as they have today.

I love to look out the window. There is so much to see, even if that so much is just hundreds of leaves on a tree. They rustle and twist in a fine manner. Now and then birds enter the picture.

The birds are particularly active in the tree that can be seen out of what I think of the back window of the house. I have made that room, that used to be the dining room into what I now call the library, with book shelves all around and a fine chair in which to sit. The people who live in the apartment below put out seed and there is a large community of birds and squirrels that take advantage of this. There are doves, cardinals, sparrows, and recently a bright yellow feathered fellow who looks like a finch.

There is a good feeling by these windows, and I like it when I come to them feeling clean and dry inside, a feeling I think I have referenced before, as if I have had a good cry, and am husked out, empty and ready for something new.