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Monday, December 10, 2007

Through the Pane of Glass – Part 11

21 Days from My Window

Outside my window this morning, I see a view both beautiful and tragic. A crystalline layer of ice covers everything in sight and icicles up to eight inches in length hang from the eaves of the houses and the cars. My two dear friends, the Bradford pear trees, have suffered serious injuries at the hands of old man winter. Their bodies are ripped and scarred. Great dark limbs lie severed and exposed upon the icy ground. Branches that remain on the trees are bent and bowed---coated with an inch of clear, cold ice.

The great gold giant that arches over the houses across the street is drawn and curled in the icy grip of winter and even the bare giant who flanks him is laying lower on the horizon, his great limbs weighted with ice. The power lines that cross in front of these two huge trees are coated with ice. Hemming them in like a fence, they offer little protection, and I fear they may succumb as well.

Everything looks cold, broken, and bent. The street is dark this morning, and quiet. Ice has slowed us down, threatens us still. As I watch in wonder from my window I contemplate how this wintry weather will affect my morning view, and I cannot bear to imagine.

1 comment:

Ken Lane said...

Indeed, my backyard looks like a war zone. Weather versus...everything else. Hope all is restored soon.

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