“Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.”
Yesterday was glorious. It was long sleeve shirt weather at over 60˚. I did some errands with the window down. The air smelled of flowers. They are blooming everywhere. Color has finally pushed winter away. The flag by my front steps says Welcome Spring.
Today is cloudy, and rain is predicted for this afternoon. The temperature will be around 60˚. I love that the low will be 45˚. Not so long ago I would have been happy for a high of 45˚.
When I was a kid, I loved spending time in my room on a rainy or chilly day. I’d get cozy and read the afternoon away. Back then we had classics to read. Robert Louis Stevenson was a favorite. I remember reading almost all of them. Where we vacationed in Maine one year, there was a sun room in the house where we were staying. It had windows all around, wicker furniture and a filled bookcase. That’s where I first read A Child’s Garden of Verses. I had found a treasure. The poems were happy. They were about me, about me being a kid. Sometimes I read the poems out loud. The rhyming was almost joyful. It was like skipping but in my mind. I was amazed that poetry could be such fun.
One summer my friend and I traveled. My favorite stop was Edinburgh. I walked the Royal Mile with my travel book in hand. We stopped at Deacon Brodie’s Tavern. Deacon Brodie was the inspiration for Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I felt as if I was at a holy place.
I like windows. When I travel, I love looking out windows and imagining. At Dickens house, I remember stopping at a landing between two flights of stairs and looking out the window. I knew Dickens probably did the same. We were connected over time.
My favorite windows were at Machu Picchu. They had an odd shape, a trapezoidal shape, which I found out later was a typical Incan window. Looking out, I could see the odd shaped mountain across from Machu Picchu. I knew the views hadn’t changed since the Incas. We were connected over time.
From my back window I can see the yard. The trees have grown over the years. Some have died. One fell during the wind storm of not so long ago. It leans against the fence. I think of my yard as a measure of time. It and I have grown old together.
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April 14, 2022 at 6:45 pm
Hi Kat,
Today it was a beautiful windy and sunny day. The high temperature reached 76°. My shrubs in the front yard are blooming pink flowers and the ground cover is blooming with small blue flowers. They look exactly like our state flower, the bluebonnet.
I enjoy looking at the great outdoors through a window. When I was flying I couldn’t get enough of the view of the earth, the clouds, and the sky from 41,000 ft. It was a never ending assortment of changing colors depending upon the clouds and the location of the sun. At night the cities, towns and roads look like jewels spread out on a black velvet pillow. The view from the flight deck spans the horizon for more than 180° and the earth can be seen for over a100 mile radius.
April 14, 2022 at 7:11 pm
Hi Bob,
We stayed in the middle 50’s today, but with no wind, it didn’t feel all that chilly. I did a few errands.
I loved when my plane passed over cities. Out of nowhere came the twinkling lights. I thought them beautiful. I remember flying over the Sahara. I think my mouth dropped in amazement. The sand was rippling.
When I was leaving out of Philadelphia for Ghana, we flew over the cape. I was thrilled at my last look for the next two years.