I sit at my desk at work, watching a wide gray blanket of clouds swiftly move across the sky. An Accipiter hawk on its yearly migration passes beneath the water-laden clouds.
The clouds just look wet. Like wet wool that hasn’t been wrung out.
Large evergreen trees with outstretched and drooping branches stand tall and graceful swaying in the breeze.
This is all new to me. For fifteen years my office was windowless. Gloomy, it was. I decided at the spur of the moment this summer to move my desk into a large room beneath a window that looks out into a wide expanse of sky.
I feel giddy and guilty, that I can do my work and watch deep blue skies and birds flying by.
I have watched rainstorms roll in, drop buckets of rain and then roll back out again.
A Red-tailed Hawk soars with outstretched wings, circles over the baseball field. Perhaps, a small mouse has met its demise.
I feel rich by simply having a window to look out of, to open and let in cool autumn breezes.
The Earth is Good. Life is Good.