Through the Window

I wrote this at work yesterday, right before they let me go home.

I was never that kid who stared out the window during class. Part of that could be that I rarely sat by the windows, but I was usually pretty engaged in learning (or trying to stay awake). But, while I might notice what was outside the classroom, I didn't spend class dreaming about it. So it has been with work.

Again, maybe I haven't been staring out the window because I haven't sat close enough to one for it to really be a distraction. Or maybe the calls have never been slow enough when I have been near a window. Or maybe it was because I was busy talking to my coworkers in my downtime. Maybe it was some of everything. In any case, windows have never provided an engaging distraction for me.

Until today.

Today I was placed by the window. We have large windows and I'm sitting on a side with a more scenic view. Sure, I get a good view of the parking lot and the other buildings, but I can also see the trees and the sky. . . Today I'm sitting by a window. Today the phones are slow. Today I don't know the people I'm sitting by. And today. . . Today is a beautiful day.

The wind is blowing, but it isn't violent. Instead, it makes the world outside a bit friendlier, more magical. It causes the big tree across the way to sway. . . back. . . and forth. . . back. . . and forth. Ever so slowly. It looks like a dance. The trees closer to my window are smaller and their leaves quiver on their branches, giving the appearance of lace on a dancer's gown. The larger branches bob up and down gently, moving to an unheard symphony.

The clouds look like they've been created with watercolors: gentle and light. The sun is shining, the sky is a pale blue. And I can see all of this beauty from my window. Just a few feet away.