Please don’t report me
Generally John and I both enjoy walking the dog. It is built-in time to go outside, enjoy the beautiful area we live in, meet our neighbours, perhaps catch a lovely sunrise or sunset. John does the morning walk, I get the afternoon. The only unsettled and frankly unwanted walk is the late evening. It is only after we are both groggy and ready for bed that the decision gets made on who goes. John tends to do it most of the time (because I get groggy earlier) but I try to make sure I do my share.
There is one upside to the night-time walk: I get to indulge my little peeping tom habit. Except I’m not particularly interested in people – if I see any I quickly look away – I’m interested in their homes.
Since getting Cassie and walking the streets of this neighbourhood thoroughly, I am convinced it is one of the most unique collections of town-homes and apartments in the city, though at first glance it appears pretty monotonous. The area is made up almost completely of two-or three-story buildings built in the late eighties. It appeared to be a time of some serious creativity, because the variety in shape and design is pretty surprising.
It helps that we are on a really steep hill, which forces you to think outside the box. Literally. The buildings can’t be typical box-shapes, instead they are angled into the hill with interesting courtyards and patios built to sneak in glimpses of the gorgeous views wherever they can. Our home actually has two ground level entrances on separate floors because of this steep hill.
The hill also means that walking along street level, along with a good butt workout, I often get glimpses of rambling courtyards with fountains, pretty benches overlooking the view, barely visible doors to cozy looking basement suites, and little creative businesses covered in ivy built into the bottom floors of buildings.
At night though, I’m on the lookout for the yellowish glow of uncovered windows. I love catching a glimpse of someone’s kitchen table, piled high with mail and other bits of life. Seems like such an intimate little snap-shot.
My favourite are unique spaces, maybe with gigantic arched ceilings, bright splashes of colour, or this entire room of painted glass – can you imagine being inside it on a sunny day?
Still the best was an open-concept home that appeared to have a brick wall with a glass garage-door (the kind that you see on the front of some restaurants) – but inside the home! Hard to describe but I swear it seemed amazing. I only saw that once and have been hoping to catch another glimpse since to convince myself it wasn’t just a beautiful dream.
In another life I might have been a designer of some kind, but in this one I’ll satisfy myself with late-night lurking under the guise of walking the dog.