Right outside the gorgeous bay windows of my apartment is a scraggly holly bush that absorbs the miniscule light my precious houseplants would in theory get. Im not fond of this bush, and never have been. However, one day I was sitting on the floor near my coffee table and happened to look right into the window. Looking through the slender breynia and beyond the window into the holly bush, I was intrigued by the depth of this perspective I had never noticed before. Im amazed at how something I find displeasure in can also be a source of pleasure when looked at from a new angle.