Last August, Peter and I bought an apartment in the building where we were renters. The unit is at the end of the building so in addition to the beautiful view of the Charles River from our floor-to-ceiling front windows, we can see the red brick apartment building next door from the side window.

Not only did we get more daylight, there is a beautiful six-stories-high sycamore tree outside that window.  Yesterday, as I opened the blind, there was a man in a bucket raised from the truck below. He was trimming that tree.  If that window could be opened, I could have reached out to shake the hand he waved at me.

Today, when I pulled the shade open, there was a male cardinal at my eye level.  We stared at each other.  I didn’t move.  When he finally got bored, he left. 

I knew I was going to have a good day.