Ever since I read Romeo and Juliet, I’ve been enamored with balconies.
I have yet to pass a beautiful balcony and not think of how Romeo and Juliet exchanged love vows while he stood in the orchard beneath her window, and she stood on her tiny balcony.
It matters not how small or large it is; a balcony is always cozy.
Perhaps this is why it’s the chosen place for men to serenade women, for couples to exchange declarations of love, or for lovers to conduct their trysts.
Yes, there’s something utterly romantic about a secluded space that faces the east or the west, and where people come together to rejoice in their love or intimacy.
I think this is so because balconies are a place where one can escape to.
It’s where I go with my cup of coffee when the noise inside is too overwhelming or when I want to be alone.
Balconies can also be a place where beautiful things grow.
Many people take pleasure in decorating their balconies with assorted blooms. This makes them a lovely place where one can retreat to after a hard day of work.
Moreover, plenty of people sit on their balconies to people watch or soak up the sun’s rays.
I’m convinced it’s the best room in the house.
It can provide you with a great view or it can overlook your neighbor’s yard.
Either way, it inspires drama.
You can stand on your balcony, close your eyes and feel the sun and wind on your face, or you can look down at the hottie who lives two floors below and ogle him as he sunbathes.
It’s a win win.
This afternoon I went around the neighborhood snapping photos of balconies that caught my fancy.
When I got home, I showed them to the Significant Other and said, “Balconies are so romantic! Do you know how many beautiful and passionate scenes have taken place on balconies?”
And he replied, “Do you know how many people have plunged to their death from high-rise balconies? Or how much bird poop lands on people who sit on their balconies? Or how traumatic it is to witness the fat guy who lives on the first floor sunning himself in a Speedo?”
It’s official. The man doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body.