One of the little things I’ve come to admire in London is nowhere near the city center, but rather within the confines of my room. There’s a large window that looks out over a terrace and frames the greenery from a few of the neighborhood homes.
Very often in the morning, I like to sit by my window and read for a little while before I start another busy day. Sunny or cloudy, the view is always peaceful and quiet.
c.b. 2011
C.B. Wentworth 