The World Outside My Window
As I open the curtains, my eyes slowly adjust to the sun just beginning to creep up over the snow capped mountain tops in the distance. At that moment, the very same sun, like a ball of flame leaping from a fire pit laced with gasoline, engulfs my vision bringing miraculous clarity to the world outside! The beaming light creating a vibrant color palate over God’s great masterpiece that can only be described as majestic! What remains of the night combined with the ever present dawn paints an array of purples, oranges, and blues across the sky as if Picaso had just finished his final painting, so good, he would decide never to pick up another brush. The lake is calm and dark, yet so peaceful as it calls to me with each small wave that sloshes against the shoreline. The cars travel swiftly across the cold steel and concrete of the I-90 bridge, almost like they were running from the doom that came from this magnificent morning already upon them. The breeze, in it’s invisible gentle way, lightly breathes on the trees outside. The giants, clothed in leaves of green, seemingly dance and sway ever so slowly to the seductive song which that very same breeze sings to them. Not even the white of the snow covering the mountains a far looks ordinary. This is what I’ll picture in my minds eye as I harken back to the homestead of my youth. Yes, my memory will recall the majestic mornings as I started another day on this journey called life. I will forever remember the world outside my window.