Where I Live

On days like this I look from my window and see treetops swaying and clouds moving in a perfect blue sky. The position of my room in the building puts my window in a place where the rest of the building isn't visible. I feel like I'm in some large house on a hill, and my window is open, and the trees sway the breeze through to me. A plane moves through the air - a small white speck - and I wonder where they are going and why I'm not going too.