There is something about watching from a window. It feels like time well spent on the observations made. Meaningless in themselves, they require nothing from me in terms of response and yet, each picture evokes a response regardless. What looks like a simple daydream from the outside, is actually the processing time for a busy mind. And each interaction is a trigger for reflection or planning or consideration.
I can get lost in what I see, building lives and escaping through the fantasies of the maybes. Disappearing down a rabbit hole with things I might never experience myself and might never want to. But I can live those moments as them, feel what they would, and think as someone else for a while. Or I can springboard off onto something seemingly unrelated, propelling myself through the catalogue of my mind to arrive at something I had never knows required attention.
Time watching out of a window will leave me better off in many ways. I can feel rested, or energised, or inspired. I can feel relaxed or grateful or grounded. I think one of the main things, however, is the way that it connects me to the world. I feel a part of it, everything with a place, and a feeling of security about my place within that. It is like that time spent gives me an alternative view and that brings with it perspective on things closer at hand.