Morning revelries. Up before dawn gives us opportunity to watch the skyline as it goes from dark of night to graying with streaks of pink sunlight for those days promising sun. Once the dark of night clears, I look out the window as I go through my ‘morning reads’ on my computer.
Familiar sights ground me. The tall evergreen trees that line the side of my yard and create peek a boo views of my neighbor’s house. The swirls of smoke escaping from neighbor’s chimney remind me that they use wood heat. I begin to wonder what it looked like back in the day when everyone had wood heat, chimney’s and smoke filled the air. I wonder what it smelled like. I am taken backwards in time to what it might have been like in this village where we chose to settle.
I have been watching daily out the same window as the leaves on the trees in my yard escape their moorings and fall to the ground. The trees go from fully clothed to partially naked to naked skeletons of their former selves. I can tell how Autumn is evaporating into winter encroachment by how my trees are looking with each day’s passing.
If it is to be a windstorm day, I can tell from my window view if it will be mild or growing windstorm by the movement of the trees, shrubs and bushes that adorn my yard. When the air is still, it is hard to imagine from my window view how much the wind can make them dance and sway.
It’s daytime now, and time to shape the outline of what I will do with this day’s treasure.