> > How fortunate you are. I can look out my front window and clearly see that ugly brown house accross the street with their four p.o.s. cars (two of which actully run on occasion). The last time I took a walk, my feet touched nothing but asphalt and concrete. If I stand up on my roof, I can look out on my 'town' -there's no magic, though, just other rooftops. What does 'silence' mean?
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> wow, sounds like the way i live, even down to the ugly brown house across the street. i hate DC. There's no beauty here. one of my favorite things here (the rose garden, in GW, just across the street from my school) got replaced this summer with this big brick quad-type thing and a fountain and this ugly stone gazebo-type thing with what looks like a wooden igloo without a door on it one top. i hate it. i need beauty. oh, i know, there are suuuch beuatiful buildings... but buildings aren't trees and mountains and rivers... i envy you chris
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Just for the fun of it, I'll mention my view:
Out the front door, an average bluish-grey house; behind that is a cow pasture and a tree-covered ridge.
Out the back door, trees, just trees.
If I want (need?) tranquility, I can drive to my daughters farm in the next county. 130+ acres, part woods, part fields. A three-room cabin by a 3.5 acre pond (a.k.a. "the lake"). Behind the cabin the farm runs up into the Chilhowee mountains, which are the foothills of the Smokies.
There's also an under construction house in the pines not far from the cabin. Might be finished in April. Does anybody want to guess where my canoe has been for the last three years?
Howard