recall when the 'view from the window' began to mean anything
to me, and I think it was when we moved from my present
that specific scene. As it had been my view for 11 of my 24
years, it somehow made me feel somewhat melancholy.
If you have any particular reminiscences of the places of
your youth, and any you miss in particular, feel free to relate
precisely what they mean (or once meant) to you. Does your
memory, unbidden, ever return to the scenes of earlier abodes,
and do shades of yesteryear haunt your dreams with images of
happier times, taunting you with what used to be, but can
never be again - except in memory? Do tell.