Window

This morning I woke up and looked out the window of my bedroom onto a dream of early morning fog over the dry bed of our lake. I’ve mourned the loss of water in it, the beauty of the reflecting sunrises and sunsets, the birds that come to feed, the wild aspect of life on a lake. And now, later, after I’ve been reading through some of the blogs on this challenge, I find that there really isn’t anything to mourn. Yes, I’d like more water again in the lake. But while there isn’t any water, there is still beauty. Nature is still being nurtured and fed here and so is my soul. My writer’s soul finds peace when I look out this window and behold whatever new change might have occurred since the last time I looked.



I realized while reading different blogs that we are all like the window and the lake. We change with the seasons, with the weather, with life in general and our experiences, and each change brings new perspective. I’m SO glad I’m doing this blog challenge. I am learning something new each and every day.