When you walk outside your front door, what do you see, and do you enjoy the sight?

This is really two questions:
•  What do you see when you step outside your main entrance (not your back yard, your private enclosure, your rear alley, or your rural acreage)?
•  Do you like the view?

Whether or not the environment immediately outside your front door gives you pleasure may not be predictable from what it is. I, for instance, enjoy trees and grass and flowers. But when I lived right in the city of Boston—including a year on Newbury Street, a year in the North End, and a year on Beacon Hill—I felt a charge of excitement every time I stepped out onto the street.

In contrast, I loved living in Cambridge, but the view of my street really offered nothing special at all.

My present location is an ordinary house on an ordinary street in an older neighborhood (grownup trees, 1950’s construction) near a downtown area, and it’s pleasant enough but not inherently lovable. I’d rather look out my back door.