My home computer is in the back upstairs room in our house. The window is over my right shoulder, and if I turn to look, I will see a stand of spruce and balsam, mere treelets when we moved here in 1992, and now over ten feet tall, every one. Behind them, a large balm of gilead poplar, now bare of leaves. Some tops of birch and maple, and then sky, which today is grey and cloud-covered.

David's computer is in the basement room of his parents' house, with no window whatsoever.