it's not what you've lost but it's what you find

i like my bedroom window. it's big and lets in lots of light. i often watch clouds and airplanes and helicopters rush by and wonder where they're headed. when relatives or friends are coming or going i still wave from my window like i did when i was little. i don't feel so little anymore but i kind of still am. the best thing i get to see is the moon spinning through the sky. sometimes i feel lonely when she's not there. the picture above i took one night i didn't sleep at all and the moon was beginning to disappear near the time i needed to wake up for school. i took the picture below a couple of weeks ago because the sky was candyfloss blue (paler in real life) and the clouds looked delicious. my picture looks like a painting, it came out looking so lovely.

the kitchen is across the corridor from my bedroom and its window offers a great view too. i get to see squirrels dash up trees and birds fly from branch to branch. there's a large blossom tree behind these flats and on windy days in spring its petals rush by the window and it looks like a flock of butterflies migrating, so pretty. sometimes i lean backwards out of the window and take in the vastness of the sky until i get dizzy; it's reassuring somehow during the day, but very intimidating at night. there's a big children's park behind us and it's so noisy during summer, but it's happy sounds so that's okay. i can also partially see the main road and all the buses that go by. i love great views.