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Friday, December 28, 2007

Through the Pane of Glass – Part 18

21 Days From My Window

This morning outside my window, the pale blue sky is filled with a great fluffy cloud. White and dense, like the stuffing inside a throw-pillow, it has a tinge of dirty gray around the edges. The wind stirs and blows the flags, the neighbor’s wind chimes, and the pampas grass across the street. Lying empty at the curb, the trash cans are a reminder that the Christmas packages are gone, and things are returning to normal. Yet piles of branches still lie at the ends of the driveways, waiting to be hauled away.

In the pale light of this morning, the tree branches reach silently toward the sky. Their bare branches quiver in the wind. Only the great tree in the distance is not bare. His top branches have let go of their leaves, but he clutches a blanket of withered brown across his lap, as though still trying to cover the scars of the icy storm. He looks stronger every day, and I suspect that soon, he will relax his grip on those remaining leaves and let them fall.

The clouds drift purposefully in an easterly direction, and as I watch, the light changes across my framed view. The bright sunlight deepens the shadows and turns the grass a deeper golden shade. The clouds lose their fluffy whiteness and are suddenly grayer, darker, and heavier with what looks like rain. In a moment, another cloud covers the sun, and the colors fade. The horizon looks white and cottony once more. The color slips from the grass, the bricks. The black branches fade to brown. A bit of light and shadow changes everything.

2 comments:

Linda Adams said...

Very nice writing exercise you have going on, TaunaLen! Beautiful descriptions. I hope your power is back on and that your holiday was lovely in spite of the recent duress.

:)

Childlife said...

Very pretty descriptions yet again! You couldn't have given me a clearer picture had you painted it in watercolor rather than words. Just lovely!

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