Really Looking

On the surface, you see a messy front yard. If you are Emily, you see beloved twin trees. The source of many imaginary stories, and a comforting remembrance of rustling leaves. If you are Edward you might say 'I can't believe my car is that old and still going.' Christina might say 'That's little Red's slide! Is it that old?' Yes, to all, but to me, it is a vision from the past, there I am looking out my front window. Yes, the area before Sean, was messy. The trees are still there and the car and slide are still being useful. For, me it is home, a place of love. I see children playing baseball just in front. I hear laughter and Sean and Sarah swinging on the swing until the chain had to be replaced. I see thirty years of life lived in a peaceful nook. Not that we were peaceful just the nook. I sometimes wonder if we should have stayed in the country, then I remember and I know it couldn't have been anywhere else.