Out the Window

What do you see when you look out the window?

I used to look out a window when I was younger,

Easily inspired to write lovely poems and adventurous stories.

I looked out my bedroom window on Winona Street.

I would climb out and sit on the roof,  

Observing those that casually walked by.

A gyros spot across the street made the best strawberry sundaes.

The neighborhood kids were always running around,

and if I wasn’t on my roof, I was playing tag with them. 

I remember the colors the most. There was always an abundance of color in the summer.

The trees were a vivacious green, the sun was an intense yellow, my house was an embarrassingly bright blue and pink.

And it was never still. Kids running, doors slamming, couples fighting, dogs barking, squirrels scurrying, trees swaying. Basketballs bouncing, school girls chatting, chalk scraping, roosters crowing. 

A car blew up in front of my window once. It was awesome. 

My window told me tales and filled my heart with hope. My window showed me an exhilarating world with endless possibilities. My window showed me life. 

I look out my window now, and I see stillness in it's darkness. Instead of hope, a deep longing starts to fill my heart.  Then you walked by and your reflection filled the pane- my light in the dark, the flutter to my heart, the reason for my smiles. 

Isn't it funny how it all changes?