Thoughts at the window

pinkish forest
photo by Sylvia

I stand at the kitchen window on a winter afternoon when the sun is fading and the pink light reflects on the snow; soft, cottony pink and mauve with a blue tinge at the edges. I want to paint it, memorize it, eat it, inhale it, this tranquil light. As it grows darker, my reflection begins to materialize on the glass. Eventually, I’m left standing at the window facing an inky blue background behind the mirror image of my face, which looks old and tired; time has not been kind. But on this evening, it doesn’t matter–I am fortified by the light and the glow and the soft and graceful exit of the sacred winter sun.

29 thoughts on “Thoughts at the window”

  1. I stand at the door, looking out at a fresh blanket of snow. I have to shovel it, put salt down the walk areas, and clean off the vehicle. Consequently, my lets are tired and my back aches; this snowstorm is kicking my butt. However, I am not worried much because I know Summer is coming.

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