I have the best room EVER

I can see the BT tower from my window. It changes colors every few minutes – bars of luminescent color moving imperceptibly from left to right – purple, fuchsia, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, fuchsia… The windows in my room face east, towards Regent’s Park, but no hint of the park is in sight. These 5-foot tall eyes see nothing but other eyes lodged in a multitude of brick faces, all sheltered under a gaping glorious expanse of sky. At night I sit with the lights off, watching the movement of others in the halogen-lit backdrop of their cubicle dwellings. Occasionally, frequently, a blinking light glides across the London skyline, made reddish-blue by the sparkling urb below. Frequently, but not as frequently as during the daylight hours when a silver bird enters and exits the periphery of these eyes every 10 minutes or so. When the sun is out, the view is stunning. There is absolutely NOTHING extraordinary about the view. A quadrant of apartment buildings and blinking lights. But then sky. So much sky. I was afraid that I would be homesick for big Texas skies, but now there is nothing to worry about. Clouds shift and swirl, descend and dissipate all with a rapidity and longeur that make it impossible to forget the dizzy twirl of this rock.