Looking in

One of the best things about going for a walk in nice neighborhoods for me is looking inside the homes (best at night of course) and kind of getting lost in the fantasy of what it would be like to live in a place like that or be in place like that for a few moments. I live in a small home in a not so great area so i fancy nightdreaming about these houses as i walk by and look inside.

So tonight i was doing that and it just never gets old, new house; new fantasy and because im walking or jogging by the cycle is over and restarts so many times (plus you cant just stand there and stare, i don't want to get arrested). So anyway i actually saw a couple tonight and the one person had come in from another room to hand their partner a plate with some food on it. The way the plate was handed over with such gentleness and regard and the body language involved well i just couldn't help but to smile because it was so genuinely sweet. Thinking about it now makes me feel lonely and sad as I sit here but it was lovely to witness. I'm so used to inventing my own fantasy about what it would be like to be in such grand rooms. With their high ceilings and large open spaces, expensive furniture and beautiful artwork, wall filling bookcases, warm, soothing lighting, massive windows overlooking beautiful yards and gardens that it was a sort of jolt to be in someone Else's reality for a few seconds.