This week, I am following the theme: 3. Write a haiku about what you see out your window.
Cars, a parking lot
Neighbors smoking on their deck
I miss my old view
The old view, last February
Unfortunately, sometimes you have to sacrifice some good things and some comfort to get to where you need to be, and to be truly happy. It's a process, but I know it will happen. And I can't complain; while the current view from my office isn't as beautiful as the view six months ago, the backyard view isn't exactly shabby: