Out Of The Window

It isn't often we step outside and truly appreciate the beauty of the world. We often don't even feel a cool breeze and accept it as almost a blessing, opting instead for a coat or shelter. We protect ourselves from the outside, and watch from afar.

But from where I sit in a building, perfectly angled at the window, nature feels as if it is around me. Mist rolling in from unseen hills, just barely reaching out to touch the ground and just cold enough to snap me back to my senses. Trees, tall enough to look up to, but not enough to be intimidating, and yet, they still make one feel small on the second story of a building. Greens litter the branches, and at the start of autumn, the ground as well. One tree in particular is my favorite. Reds are dotted on the branches, free of leaves, for they have all fallen. But I am grateful for the visibility those branches provide. Small animals hard at work, working as I am, for survival. How the birds hover around branches, almost testing if the pencil thin branch would support them. I still sometimes see more previously unknown leaves leap from that tree. It truly is a favorite of mine. Early morning air strikes as I take my leave out of the building but to the next one. But the birds and animals don't mind. To be honest they don't even care. But in a strange similar way, they move from tree to tree, to look through the next window.