Looking Through Windows

I was walking the dog around the neighborhood on this mid morning, mild la.... z y Summer day and as we strolled the suburban sidewalks, I started to take these long gazes through the windows of my "neighbors," neighbors I have never met, mind you, but their homes ARE in a 10 block radius of my own. I noticed some had minature statues placed on the window sill for public view, others had what looked like their children's art work proudly displayed and yet some windows had closed shutters.

I thought to myself: You can tell quite a bit about a person by their windows.

I recalled walking the dog at night. Through their living room windows, I could see "neighbors" seated in comfy chairs watching television unaware that I was peering into their life.

I wondered does anyone peer into my window at night!?

Upon returning home from the walk (still a mid morning lazy summer DAY) the dog and I took a seat on the swinging bench on the outdoor deck built in side/backyard. My bedroom window is only visible from this deck. Looking outside in at my own room through the LARGE window gave me a strange feeling. I felt like I was seeing myself from another's perspective.

I was beside myself, outside myself. Surreal.

In the corner of the room a full sizebed

On a table being used as desk: a computer, a stereo, a desk lamp and papers scattered about

On the floor: stacks of books and a pile of laundry waiting to be washed

Taped or tacked to the walls: posters, miscellaneous "things," notes to myself and momentos from far off places, people and times...

And a mirror

Reflecting another angle of the room

a mirror without my reflection

but reflecting my "stuff"

I was then inlicned to go IN my room and look OUT.

So this is how I'm spending my Summer! haha