Even though it’s around 6:00 a.m. in Pittsburgh, it’s still dark outside. I got up this morning and stood at one of my windows, the one facing the Cathedral of Learning of the University of Pittsburgh (I could see its distant shadowy outline in the haze because of a couple of dim lights on the top of the structure) and I stood in the dark drinking the last of the chocolate milk from its plastic bottle that I took out of the refrigerator and I surveyed my neighbor’s backyard.
My apartment is on the second floor, so I look down into the backyard of the family who live next door. I can vaguely see the backdoor of the house, the tool shed, the tree which has a wheel barrel on its nose leaning against it and the snow covered grass. I actually can’t “see” all these things, but I sense they are there because they’ve more or less always been there like the objects in a still life painting.
I’ve never owned a home of my own. I’ve always lived in apartment buildings…Well, it was time to begin my day.
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