Is it so strange to simply want to sit at a window and gaze outside?
To watch my children run, and play, and laugh?
To sip my coffee, and see one of my cats stalk a butterfly?
To hear the goats bleating at each other, or Buddy calling out to the neighbors?
To daydream of what the day may hold? Who will I see? What will I do? Where will I go?
The windows here are small. they are high. too high for me to see anything but the tops of the trees. even if I could see out, my daydreaming would be cut short by walls.
I long for more. So much more. For large windows with no walls outside them.
