Kitchen Window

Is it just me, or is there something magical about kitchen windows? No? Well you have to hear this, then, let me convert you!
So growing up sometimes I lived in small, old, and run-down apartments. Like, there was a tree and plants thrown in the courtyard just for good measure, but no one ever tended them and they spent most the year kind of brownish around the edges. Like, our power outlets only had two slots in them instead of three. Like, it was a one-bedroom for my entire family. That kind of deal.
But, we were also lucky enough to live with the back of our place, where all the windows were, along a line of trees that protected us from a downhill slope and the gaze of civilization. So with our overgrown gardens and looming trees and cramped conditions sometimes I liked to pretend I lived in a little hideout, an abandoned house, or ancient ruins--something stained with age and overgrown with green. It made me love my house. Love my life a little more.
One of my favorites is watching the afternoon light come in through the kitchen window, watch the world turn greyish blue and watch the trees grow darker as the light fades. It's always seemed magical to me. And it's always been the kitchen window, it's always the one that's high enough and small enough where you can't see too much of reality, and you can actually believe you live in ancient ruins, or some other world far away from your problems.
I took a picture yesterday out of my kitchen window. It's not very satisfying, I don't think it captures really what I see in it. Outside of my window now I see the side of my neighbor's house. A side that doesn't get seen by just anyone walking down the street. On the side there is a stack of wooden boards leaning up against the fence that have been there for who-knows-how-long, and a window that's always open a little bit and stuffed with rolled up colorful towels (wonder what for). The house is a warm pale tan color, and is an older-fashioned house that has at least the facade of wood panels and the small squarish build that I love so much about old houses. And, of course, there is a big, tall, fat, wonderful tree right in front of our window. I love it! I love the view from my kitchen window. Always have. Maybe someday I will be able to capture it on film, this thing that I'm talking about, and if I haven't convinced you already, that picture will!