every morning after staying still i turn my body towards the window across the loft. my cheek layes on the pillow as i stare through it. it frames the tree perfectly and the sun loves it. i get lost in it, i am not sure how much time i spend there each morning but i know it makes me happy to begin my day this way. soon it will bud, then leaves will follow, will it block the light, will i see through it. will i be here long enough..
it does not matter, right now i just don't want to close my eyes or move in anyway...
2 comments:
this is such a heautiful way of sharing such a lovley everyday moment with us. i have a differnt view but I do the same--watch the light on the wall in the morning and the trees out the window explaing what season it is or will become....
perfect—everything about it.
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