Thursday

Falling


The falling, spinning and scattering of lovely things from the sky keep me company on this late fall day in Bethel.  I read the news and return to the window.  I answer the phone and return to the window.  I check on any possible cyber static that may have accumulated since my last visit to the computer and return to the window.  Laundry, mail and phone calls make their usual bid for attention, after which I return to the window.

Time to put myself on the other side of this pane of glass and visit the lightening-struck tree high on the western hillside where the falling, spinning and scattering of lovely things from the sky have never known...a window.