Bright beams of sunshine peers through my windows, saying good morning. Dark skies beckon me and ask, “would you like a look?” I hear loud noises that vary from rumbling motorcycles to yelling children. The wind speaks with anger as I hear the leafs shaking back-and-forth, as if trying to run away from the wind’s rage I  look outside and see many things, some which have always been there and some which have changed. A tree stands in front of my window. It's the same tree that has always been there ever since I was little. This is its own way of letting me know that even if many things change it will still be here. Sometimes if I'm quiet enough I can hear the conversations of people who happen to be walking by.
“What?” a voice says.
“How long will it be until you finish the motorcycle?” another one replies.
“Well I've been working on this one for couple months now so it should almost be finished.”
Sometimes it can be hard to hear and voices come out sounding like one of those old Charlie Brown cartoons in which the adults sound like trumpets. The tiles on my roof sparkle whether there is sun cloud with no trouble at all. However this becomes hard to see in the wintertime because all I can see is the beautiful padded down snow that lies on the roof with so much stillness. During the winter time I see nothing but a winter wonderland waiting for me. Sometimes in the morning I can hear the rumbling sound of the snowblower as my dad uses it to get the snow off. The others might think it’s a nuisance, but to me it's a sound that lets me know it's time for me to get up and go outside and play in the snow. With each rumble from the snowblower, it's like it's own way of saying the driveway getting clearer, the snowbanks are getting taller, and that means the snowball fight will last even longer. In the spring, diesel and loud rumbles get replaced with the buzzing sound of a lawnmower as my dad and my brother cut the grass, which, unlike the snowblower, is an annoying sound to me because that just means I have to go outside and help.
Sometimes I just look at the leaves from my window and think please don't fall off, it would be better that way. In the fall I could just stare at the brightly colored leaves. Sometimes they look as if a rainbow had descended from the sky and shared a little bit of it's beautiful vibrant color with the leaves.
At night, the sounds tend to change. My once loud neighborhood becomes silent.  Everything else begins to change, too. When I look for my window at night I see the street lights glowing, as if it's showing me that, no matter how quiet it gets, I still live in the same loud neighborhood. No matter the season, or whether it's day or night, I will always like the sights and sounds I hear from my window because I feel like it separates my window from any other window. I don't just have a window for decoration, I have a window because it keeps me entertained and causes me to examine life in new different ways.