The View

From 5th to 7th grade, my brother and I lived with our dad on 50-somethingth street and Collins Ave. in Miami Beach. It was a pretty-average apartment, but there was one thing about it that made it special, the view. We were only on the twelfth floor, but there was this window in our living room that was a glimpse into the entire city. I can recall sitting there hours on end, people watching, car watching, and counting the dozens of buildings that came to a perfect point on first street. Everytime I looked out into the city from that window, I felt like a part of something. Hundreds of countries and millions of stories and dreams were all gathered in this notorious melting pot, and it was right there,  in front me.