The View from My Window

Blue sky -- nothing is marring the perfectness of the blue. No clouds, no planes. The birds are dancing in the trees. They take turns flitting down to the feeders, perching a bit, then back up into the tree. The tree has a vertical chunk that has scarred over. A hurricane split the tree in two, and yet the tree never died. There's a slight breeze -- enough to sway the long fronds of the Queen Palm, but not enought for the Red Maple. The maple is losing its leaves on this winter day, a normal occurrence in Florida. The sun is bright, the shadows are long. The brightness on the grass belies the fact that it's a rather cold day today. This quiet scene will end when the children come bursting through the front door, only to run through the house, to the back.


And so goes another day in South Florida.