the little girl (5 or 6 years old?) who lives across the street enjoys sitting at her open window looking down on the street below and singing to her heart's content. every time i see and hear her there, every time, i cannot keep from smiling. i love catching a glimpse of her dream world. she's not the average little girl on the block when she is in her window serenading the world. she is juliet on her balcony, or rapunzel in her tower window, or the five year old mary of scotland sailing the seas with the french fleet, or--you get the idea.
