John was enjoying the view of the clouds from his desk, and he suggested I move my computer into the bedroom. There would not have been an advantage a week ago. The view was obstructed by some generic trees. When we discussed removing them, I knew I wasn’t emotionally involved, having identified them as unimportant. Today our mountain view was there in all its resplendent glory. Instead of the old uninteresting trees, we have holly trees and forest pansy redbuds that should never encroach on our marvelous mountains. The question is, will the view interrupt my writing?