Views Lost for Sight
As I surveyed the joists forming the first floor, I realized that the treasure of this tiny piece of land in the city may be lost. Where I stand is where many a game of tennis was played, or so I’ve been told.
The little old lady that’s lived in the modest house to the west has looked out her miniscule kitchen window for five decades now. She’ll see the back side of a structure she won’t recognize. Where’s our obligation to create another vista for her that’s worth her final days.
Nevertheless, I pine a bit for myself, for what my boys will never know as the city grows denser and history is leveled for new dwellings, more sustainably designed buildings. The strata of history pile up and new views are created where old ones once reigned.
