My Balcony.

It's small, there's nothing to it... but it's my favorite place in the entire house. 

I can spend hours standing and looking outside. Even though I see the same alley way, the same buildings, the same Vietnamese families walking around... it never loses it's interest to me. 

I can picture myself being an old lady, sitting on my rocker, watching people from my porch. Or Balcony.  I find something therapeutic in silently staring out into the world. I am able to let my thoughts wonder, or think of nothing at all. 

I encourage you all to do nothing for at least 20 minutes. It's worth it.