If you could look out your window and see any veiw- what would it be?

Answer 1

It depends on how old I am at the time; a child, a teen-ager, or an adult.

If I was a child then, I would see:

“The Sun fighting the creeping troops of darkness; his lingering rays dying leaving behind orange and red stains on the horizon, fields of various crops smoothly expanding like a beautiful Persian carpet, mulberry and palm trees loaded with colorful fruits; their leaves rustling while the gentle wind is whispering through, shepherd playing their pipes “I sewed an ‘IF’ in the valley of ‘IT-HAS-BEEN”, and there grew “I-WISH-IT-WERE”, A revolving waterwheel scooping the aqua-vitae from the Nile, while a boat gliding away ;its mast mightily standing, and become a dark distant spot, farmers on the back of their donkeys encouraging their rides to hurry before the night falls; the distant smell of the appetizing porridge smiting their nose trills, beloved wives and children are patiently waiting.


If I was a teen-ager, I would see:

The sea..a mighty expansion of watery body; smooth, like the oily skin of a recently born child, reflective of the celestial dome above, bright clouds looking like blossoming cotton flowers, their assumed different shape fascinating, sea-gulls blending, whiteness upon whiteness, swooping and scooping fish off of the undisturbed face of the see, while the cool breeze caresses mine. In winter, though, smoothness turns into beautiful roughness; waves chasing each other; watery grayish and bluish dunes rimmed with silver, rhythmically beating the shores in a majestic symphony led by banks’ rocks, myriad shades clouds warmly blending together with the wavy shades of water; togetherness unspoken of, the Sun flames blazing, his rays shining through the shades turning them into precious gem-like sheets, and the cold, salt-laden wind is but soul-refreshing.

Now I see:

Grayish asphalt bordered by gloomy concrete high building ambulance and fire trucks running back and forth; their sirens plunging their knives into the heart of the night's silence.

Answer 2

The ocean...particularly the northern atlantic. I grew up in the northeast, within a short walking distance of the bay. To me, there is nothing more lovely, more magical than the ocean....especially in winter! The cold, salt-laden wind...the crisp smell of the water...the blue-black-green-grey...myriad shades all blended together at the same time...impossible to put a name to.........the sun setting it afire when it sets, and sparkling like precious gems off the water when it rises....the moon turning the waves into phantoms....yes, give me the ocean in all her slendor and I'll be happy.

Answer 3

A river, or even better, a waterfall, against a rich forest - I love constant change, and I love the change of seasons (well, you have to when you live in Canada...) and I'd love to see wild forest animals, birds, butterflies & dragonflies constantly wandering past. I'm not there yet, but soon.

Answer 4

Dozens of locomotives in the CB&Q yard in 1940's Chicago switching out boxcars....

Answer 5

wild flowers growing beautifully. i threw 3 packets of wild flower seeds all over the yard last summer and now my back yard is becoming this wild field of dreams! :o)

Answer 6

a deep red, orange sunset peeking behind two canyon walls with a slow moving river running throught them!!!!