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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Through the Pane of Glass – Part 17

21 Days From My Window

Outside my window this morning the sky is colorless, nearly the pale white shade of a child’s crayon. The sun seems to be sleeping in again, as does the entire neighborhood. Beside the curb, a crowd of trash cans and empty boxes with bits of torn Christmas paper flapping in the wind are a reminder of the holiday that has come and gone. The wind also lifts the corners of the team flag and the American flag but doesn’t have the strength to hold them aloft or make them wave.

A flock of brown-black birds flits back and forth across the sky as I watch from my window. The birds are intent on some avian business, flight exercises or possibly some unfamiliar contest. In the branches of the Bradford pear tree across from me there are no leaves remaining. Only bare branches reach straight up to the colorless sky. In her branches, the Bradford pear is graced by a single red cardinal. He hops from one limb to another, fluttering his wings and bobbing up and down. A bright sight on a gloomy morning, he cocks his head to one side, and flies away, leaving me with a smile on my face.

1 comment:

Childlife said...

I liked this one a lot TaunaLen. The phrase comparing the sky to a child's white crayon was so unique and the thought of your bright red cardinal made me smile too. Wish we had them around here!

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