Greeting the Seasons
from my coop-window
This is my view every day, sometimes nights—a room with a view for all seasons. Each one, a greeting, an invitation to behold.
I can’t wait to look out from my desk every day.
Looking out, looking in. Making something of it…out there…in here…in words. Some words finding their way to you—everywhere. From me in Ellison Bay to you—you over there in Afghanistan. Just a click away. Imagine.
The woods extend their ominous presence, their shadow, comfort, light. The snow is a constant revelation, an unspoken prayer. Birds, animals, rain, thunder, lighting, wind…the harvest moon snagged in the branches of an old maple tree. The lake waters, somber, sparkling—just down the road from here.
I’ve been looking out at the world through this window since1976. Everyday, something else I didn’t see before.
My thoughts today are with you all out there in this season of light, another new beginning. I give thanks for the gift of knowing you—you on the other side of my window. norbert blei