But now I am mostly at my window….
My window is the place where alot of change takes place. It is where I see each season melt into each other. My window is a place of peace as I gaze out at the landscape below. It is also a place for anxiety as I wait for a loved one to return home in a storm. My window is a picture frame that depicts how my day is going to go as it shows me the fog out on the ocean – means a cool walk this morning , driving rain means a day spent indoors by the fire. The daekness of night ends my day by my window. Time to rest and wonder what my window will say tomorrow. My window means many things to me. Mostly it means I have arrived – I am home safe and sound.
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