I sit and stare out my living room windows that stretch from ceiling to floor. There are children playing in the yard. Happy children. Also there's a little green car that always visits my next-door neighbors and does a U-turn right out front.

It's chilly outside; that's why I stay inside. There's plenty of time to watch the world go by from right here, thank you. My cup of tea is ready. Back to the window. The children are still there, jumping in a pile of leaves. The little green car's gone by now.

I think that's enough. Time to go out, I suppose, I tell my cat at the door. It looks back at me. I go out and start my little red car, noting neat piles of leaves in the grass. I note the woman peering out her living room window at me from across the street.