Very familiar.
But with certain nuances getting registered and enhanced,
Every which way I turn.
A streak of light
And I spot a half-open window.
Golden light streaming in,
Accentuating muted hues into an autumn meadow of color
I cant help but smile
With my heart upon my sleeve.
Every step toward the window,
Is treasured, measured, and more exciting.
A sudden breeze, bringing with it the smell of wet earth
A drizzle of water splashing my face;
I close my eyes and laugh in anticipation
Waiting to look out and see the view beyond,
but treasuring the suspense all the same.
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1 comment:
ah a post on 'a room' my favorite subject :)
my favorite place is beside the window. it is my window to the world
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