In a row house you are at street level.
You are where the action is.
In the muck and the mush and the dirt.
You open your door and you in the thick of it.
Knee deep in the slush and the sleet and the white.
In a condo, you are an observer, not a participant.
You have perspective, you see the big picture.
You can watch the success and failure of those below.
You open your door, and you are in a nice cozy hall.
Not the cold harsh alive world mother nature served up.
08 February 2010
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