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Out My Window
(A view from the chair)
My window looks to the north at a large field of rotating crops. The last one was cotton and I can only guess what this beautiful green field has in store for me. I am sure the farmer appreciated all the rain his fields received this year. I can see the cars drive back and forth on the main road. I see planes overhead fly by and leave in their wake the trails of spray floating like clouds. I watch black birds search for food and the doves sit together on the fence. I have my own little garden of weeds, which sprouted up, thanks to the rain. I watch them grow and fondly enjoy them swaying in the breeze.
I have seen a coyote stroll by, just outside the fence. I've marveled at the precision of the two tractors as they gather their crop, side by side. It was like a well-orchestrated ballet.
I have learned to feel myself outside that fence, smelling the fresh aroma of the soil, feeling the wind upon my face and touching the field with my bare feet. I picture myself on those planes, going somewhere I've never been before. I feel myself in the cars driving home after a long day. I hear the music on my CD player and feel the gentle hypnotic sway of tires on pavement. I listen to the birds sing their messages of triumph and defeat. I quiet as the coyote walks back to her den for the night.
I know that someday…someday soon, I will really be able to do all these things again. But, for now, I will live in my senses and creative mind, because it is all I have and it makes me feel good. Some may say that I am being silly, and it may be so. All that really matters is I have found a way to survive this ordeal. The sunset I now see is real, beautiful and mine for the taking. Why not enjoy what we can? It works for me – it just might work for you.
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