There is a balcony in our apartment that you can go out on, right where the windows are, and look out at the high-rises, and at the adjacent rail yard, and at the feeder roads coming on and off the bridge, and at the farther parts of the borough, but I stayed inside just then, because it was windy and cold outside, and I was wearing only pajama pants and a t-shirt, with bare feet. And also because I figured I’d be less conspicuous, I suppose, if I looked through the binoculars from where I was, behind the windows, inside, rather than out on the balcony, where I might be more noticeable, even if I shouldn’t have minded if anyone saw me, as I had no ill intentions, and was motivated by curiosity alone, as opposed to, say, prurience.