I especially like the blue ones, the top, with its mystery, and the bottom, with its gorgeous contrast of blue night with lighted warm window and plant.
 

I like living up high and I daydream about being up higher. I think I'd halfway die if I had to live on the ground. I think about dwellings as carried by balloons so we could tether or move on a whim, be safe from predators, etc. Why did houses become these stupid boxes ever in need of repair and not giving inspiration except in very few instances? The average house is a horror that teaches us to be separate from the world. OK so not every house should be in the air, but why is there not more variety and grace? Fen houses were cool, too - on stilts.
 

Hehe funny, I always fantasized about living inside a tree, or underground. I like being on the ground!