I love the windows in our living room facing the west. In the evenings they're filled with dreamy sunsets and silhouettes of trees. Sometimes it's a little too good to be true, much like this faze of life we're in where Zack and I get to stay at home together all day, work for a few hours in the morning and then fill our remaining time with art, book writing, lazy walks with the dog, afternoons with friends that turn into late nights with friends, marathons of The Sopranos and lasagna. I'm not complaining.
