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Thursday, December 6, 2007

Through the Pane of Glass – Part 9

21 Days From My Window

Outside my window today, I see the house where the second Bradford pear tree stands. It has the same burnt orange brick as its neighbor, the same white shutters and doors. The porch and steps are even covered in the same green outdoor carpet. Most of the house is blocked from my window-side view by the turning leaves of the Bradford pear and the pampas grass that grows at its feet. But I can see an empty porch, a single bush, a garden hose on a rack and an Oklahoma University team flag hanging from the roofline. A white SUV stands stoically in the driveway.

The simple giant candy cane tied to the wrought iron spindle on the front porch was joined by a string of colored Christmas bulbs outlining the roof. But the festive air of holiday welcome is oddly absent. Black iron bars cover the windows and the glass front door. The house looks colder and a bit lonelier sitting there in the gloomy December morning. Maybe it’s just that the sun is not shining, and the tree blocks my view of the windows and the door, but gazing at this little house, I feel a wintry sadness creep over me, and turn away from the window.

1 comment:

Childlife said...

I don't know what it is about wrought iron, but it always seems colder to me too. We have it at the entrance to our house and I always bury it in garlands and bows at Christmas because of it : D

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