I look at my walls. I stare at my computer. My world seems so normal. I touch to my desk and wipe the glass surface. Everything is hard and finished. Things are so tangible.Paper and pencil sit by calculator. My mouse is by my keyboard. My journal is just beyond them. My notebook of invoices isn’t far from that. Stamps and a clock hold their place by some envelopes.
It’s uninspiring, until I look out my window.
Out my window are things that people could never put together.
The sunrise is more than color. It’s magic indefinable. The rain can hold my eyes to each drop running down the glass for minutes and hours. The snow makes a silence that takes my breath away. The lake takes my imagination to places that I forgot I knew. I can look through the air across to California where I sat eating grapes, drinking wine, in a valley where not one machine could be seen, where not one noise was unnatural.
It doesn’t matter what time of day it is. It doesn’t what the weather is.
The world out my window is lush and wonderful.
−me strauss Letting me be
