My old neighborhood was close knit and a safe, quiet place. So safe, in fact, that many people do not close their shades at nightfall. Sometimes I wish they did so I would not be tempted to look in the direction of their illuminated rooms. I really don't WANT to look; I just don't care what people are up to. I know I do not appreciate it when people look in my windows, and I am sure they do. The last time I forgot to pull my shades down I ended up changing my pants, as I realized I was in full view of whoever happened to be looking.
The most common window I glanced into was across the street. A young, yet legal gentleman, who spent alot of time in his room. Perhaps working, sometimes playing music. I did enjoy his music.
You see, as soon as I pulled in the drive way and walked to my door I was drawn to his large, revealing window as his room was so brightly lit against the darkness of evening. It happened like a reflex. I tried not to look, and always turned my eyes away as soon as I realize what I was doing. He must notice the occasional stare into his room, as he began close his blinds when I entered my room, which was directly across from his.
I have never seen or heard anything scandalous, and I am glad that he was a decent man. I learned alot about him by observation: He was an excellent musician, a hard worker at whatever it is he did for work, he took pride in his yard and kept it beautiful. I often wished he would say hello, and perhaps offer a hand of friendship, but it did not happen. In fact, I believe he avoided me. Ah well, such is life.
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