Typically, in the rare moments that I get to recline on a sofa or sit on an empty streetcar, it’s the world inside my phone that draws me in more than the one outside my window. But since we relocated our sofa to the front window, I’ve really enjoyed the new view. I’ve watched the blossom on the neighbour’s crabapple turn a fierce raspberry pink, and I’ve seen the two boys who live next door to her learn to ride a bicycle without training wheels. I’ve watched a visiting grandma walk up and down our street with a one-year-old on the threshold of finding her own walking feet, and an old Italian man delivering fresh cheese and eggs to a paesana. I’ve seen skateboarders, I’ve seen drag queens, and I’ve seen an elderly Vietnamese lady wash her hands and face in my next door neighbour’s pond.