"If you feel discouraged, and there's a lack of color here,
Please don't worry, lover; It's really bursting at the seems,
absorbing everything - The spectrum's A-Z.." -Death Cab for Cutie
Occasionally, on a quiet day, you can hear the bells from a nearby church ringing. It's kind of magical. Not-quite-so-occasionally, and no matter how loud or quiet things may be, you can hear sirens blaring from the Police station, which is also nearby.
The alleyway on the side of our house provides for some good spying. We suspect that our neighbor just might be having a scandalous affair with a married woman. But you didn't hear that from me. And it probably isn't true.
It's on a street with a post office, bar, convenience store, boutique, spa, and something else random that may be some type of payroll company or law firm or something boring like that. The convenience store is my favorite part. Diet Dew and chocolate are only ever a few hundred feet away.
We fill it up with good thoughts and good books and prayers and apologies and what good memories we've made thus far. Things, just little things, that say, we live here. That this little space, is our little space. The only little space in this world we can claim.
So why not love it?