Clean Windows

Once a year I have my windows cleaned professionally, yesterday was the day. It always makes me happy. What a treat! The skylights show brilliant sky in the daytime and stars at night  – windows show trees that are a thousand shades of green – the pasture now going to seed behind my bedroom – all are mine to see.

The clarity brings focus to the surroundings. Or perhaps focus is the difference. Last night mid-sleep I wanted to see what the skylight in the Living Room showed – stars, of course. As I think about it this morning I realize it might have shown stars before it was washed, it was I who was not paying attention.

Each morning waking up at the Barn, the season greets me. My headboard is directly parallel to this view and it is a rare morning that I do not pause in gratitude for  this reminder of life’s changes. Like the stream into which a toe is placed always changing,  the scene will never be the same again, ever.

The windows are so clean that the reflection of the living room window can be seen in the kitchen window. I can see by this photo that I must move the vase to the right – I did not see this before!

“He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.” Epictetus