om windows would make me rise to look at rden below. In winter, the sunken paths and peated porch shapes would be clearly defined ite snow, or by black dirt, after the snow had d on the dark stones edging the flowerbeds utlining the walks. In spring, I’d see the white e tulips, like candles glowing. In summer and e front bed edged with white Alyssum is filled white Phlox and other flowers. Awareness and gratitude went hand in hand. or. ” Visual delights ntly enrich one, as well associations with other t buildings that followed peated similar features. Sitting in the deep old b, my eyes would trace
benefits from better materials and a finer exterior, especially expression of its subordinate parts; but in spatial essentials, y at night, one could still delight in the window pattern. Did the yellow pieces of art glass spell a there for Tomek ? I’d wonder… ed the date the house was built when it was installed. My eyes follow the tiles in the wall, sort out their pattern on the floor, re the different widths of caming of the bathroom window,
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