It’s a big, beautiful world out there. Let’s stop trying to screw it up.
“You should see it at night,” said the man walking next to me, when I stopped to take a photo of the bay window of the small cedar-shingled house facing Rockport‘s small inner harbor.
“I bet it’s something,” I said, as I snapped the photo, thinking that the lights of the Christmas tree would shine that much brighter around Jesus’s head as the October night set in. But then again, at night, would the outline of the town reflect as well on the windows? Would you be able to see the glorious array of lobster buoys lining the window, quite so well at night?
This window was something special. I don’t know the story behind it. I don’t care to know it. Just enjoy.